Sometimes they trickle quietly...

Sometimes they trickle quietly
Along my heart's lost alleyways
To fill into my Longing's Pool
The fragrance of forgotten days
Sometimes a dream of perceived light
They spin for my old yearning's sake
Bereft of warmth though shining bright
A frozen sunset o'er the lake

Deceitful in their borrowed sheen
The perfumed breaths in amber trapped
The mountain tops in sunrays soaked
By winter's baleful snow still capped
I lift a seashell to my ear
And ponder o'er its robust song
From shallow depths it sounds so near
Though Time has stretched and days are long

Why crave contentment's honeyed trap?
And bask in wafting reveries?
On erstwhile glory's hallowed grave
Throw roses of your memories
And fashion deftly with your hands
The cradle of your Fancy's Child
And sail on waves of Life to lands
Where in her splendour she runs wild

Reviews

[Chandradhish Ghosh]

My favourite lines from the poem
"Why crave contentment's honeyed trap?
And bask in wafting reveries?
On erstwhile glory's hallowed grave"
Although I cannot claim to be a critic but what is attractive about your writing is the intelligent word play. Since in most of your poems I see a central theme, I can understand the amount of time and effort you spend in building it. This one has been built quite well and I like the way you end the poem. Optimism should always lift!

[Augustus]

Thank you so much! Yeah, the style is something that I have honed over the last five or six years. Structured verse can be rather difficult to work with and unless the structure becomes one with the soul of the poem, the impact is not delivered. This is especially true for "serious" poems. But the right form can sometime elevate the poem beyond the height that free verse can take it. That's why I sometimes go out of my way to "invent" new stanza forms, like I did in "Ode to a Butterfly".

[emmajoy]

Whilst metered verse isn't my genre, you never fail to impress me with yours, always seeming to do it effortlessly yet manage to contain a very gently flowing feel to the 'tale' you're telling.

'I lift a seashell to my ear
And ponder o'er its robust song
From shallow depths it sounds so near
Though Time has stretched and days are long' ..

.. there's a wistfulness to those lines - beautiful.

[An owl on the moon]

You journey us here into shadows and substance; awakening a world where "her splendour.. runs wild..." There was a gentle chill that breathed over your words, these reflections of thoughts and feelings.

[Adelia Alighieri]

First, the title is spectacular.
This is really good. Each line has a picture of its own.
"I lift a seashell to my ear
And ponder o'er its robust song" - this was uniquely epic. Very simple yet interesting.
Well done.