I creep into your dreams at night and bring the shrieks which you aver; slinking thus in dim starlight I bang on pots and cause a stir. There is a chance, however slight, your visions will not pale and blur and you'll be left with phantoms bright of dancing waters, long impure. In midnight, tossing, never sure if white is black or black is white, you never reach an ending, quite. One thing you know, it isn't right if every moment leads to her and what those silver bells infer.
Love the last seven lines, they have that same quality I used to recognise in your work, something which makes me wonder of the inspiration behind your words. The first seven lines prompted a less than eloquent response of 'eh?' in me *sighs* I don't think I will ever learn. And you still write sonnets! I look forward to once again reading those, if you will continue to post. Hannah X
hi man, yet still we so forth to seek to hear what is there................... beautiful picture lifted from this emotion of raw needs...in your words. love n peace ffrom saff
~* Have to agree with Firebell on this one. I think I get it, but its like two different feelings in one poem. *~
I’m glad gdhmomchild pulled this back up, since I’d missed it. What a great poem! I love the flow, how it begins with soft and smooth, and then seems to clamp down toward the end, which is just beautiful, and creates an image that will probably stick with me for a while. Wish you’d post more often, I’d love to read more of your work!
couldnt help but miss a ton of stuff with the onslaught of *ehem* someones posts. Yeah danman... if nothing new, put up some older ones. You have plenty, post a few doit!doit!
