deepundergroundpoetry.com
the night calls
“for him the night calls
out of the dawn and sunset
who has made poems.” E E Cummings
do not imprison me in a love poem.
I need to wander, in pursuit of art;
to follow the ever hidden, unwritten
passions of my wayward heart.
speak my name, the words that define me.
how many shades of blue can stain a man’s
life? the Alice blue of tears. a tincture of vanity,
royal as any beggar. glaze of solitude (alone by
design), dark as a midnight sky. indigo ink that
bruises the page with these vainglorious words.
like the last minutes of a sunset, I fade ever
more through these days that rain down fire.
and I am already a ghost.
count the nights, and remember that under
the sheets we only shared the selfish yearnings
of the flesh.
do not imprison me, nor call me lover –
what have I ever been for you?
nothing more than a shadow on your heart…
Published 28th May 2014
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 17
reading list entries 4
comments 16
reads 1707
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
28th May 2014 7:51am
28th May 2014 7:54am
"indigo ink that
bruises the page with these vainglorious words"
wonderful write John
enjoyed...
bruises the page with these vainglorious words"
wonderful write John
enjoyed...
28th May 2014 8:17am
28th May 2014 9:28am
This is soo reading list material
bless it's wonderful wording
well done John
bless it's wonderful wording
well done John
28th May 2014 11:39am
28th May 2014 7:26pm
"do not imprison me in a love poem.
I need to wander, in pursuit of art;
to follow the ever hidden, unwritten
passions of my wayward heart." you write with such eloquence.. love this read..brilliant work.. with respect.. domore
I need to wander, in pursuit of art;
to follow the ever hidden, unwritten
passions of my wayward heart." you write with such eloquence.. love this read..brilliant work.. with respect.. domore
I feel a cold breath on this one. <shivers> ... these are haunting words that you have penned. The ink is a cool breeze on a blue night. Thank you for sharing.
28th May 2014 8:51pm
"do not imprison me, nor call me lover –
what have I ever been for you?
nothing more than a shadow on your heart…"
That strikes a chord with me, John. Metaphors and images of the finest. Your poems are like melodies with a hint of a haunting sweet-bitterness.
what have I ever been for you?
nothing more than a shadow on your heart…"
That strikes a chord with me, John. Metaphors and images of the finest. Your poems are like melodies with a hint of a haunting sweet-bitterness.
Anonymous
29th May 2014 4:42am
kinda haunting... good write!
29th May 2014 7:09am
Wooow! This was so good,
"indigo ink that
bruises the page with these vainglorious words."~ As one said before that line really resonates, it's divine.
Your way of words is beyond smooth!
"indigo ink that
bruises the page with these vainglorious words."~ As one said before that line really resonates, it's divine.
Your way of words is beyond smooth!
29th May 2014 2:25pm
29th May 2014 10:37pm
30th May 2014 3:48pm
Yeah John this rolls with the greats - the list of blues - the closeness varied to distance from your object - it's soul - all mark this out
"do not imprison me, nor call me lover –
what have I ever been for you?
nothing more than a shadow on your heart…" --Beautiful
You're a great poet. I wish I had the vocabulary that you do.
Keep doing your thing man, your dope.
what have I ever been for you?
nothing more than a shadow on your heart…" --Beautiful
You're a great poet. I wish I had the vocabulary that you do.
Keep doing your thing man, your dope.
Anonymous
24th Jul 2014 9:20am
the night calls and this is your answer, my good fellow... never stop talking to her...
24th Jun 2016 10:55pm
