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she said the rain is blue
blue as my tears she said
mascara streaked, her fiery eyes
are captive in my head
she hid a troubl’d heart
a secret too sadden to tell
encoded within the chimes
of a silvry floating bell
scarlet, the arrows of time
and love is but a martyr
tavern songs are purple shrouded
in silence, as I depart her
we, strangers were, who sought for lust
and strangers when we kissed
but never dared to shed the skin
of ramblers in the mist
and all of dark, and all of light
will hear the crimson tune
and chant the graveyard’s knell in spite
the poem ended too soon; too soon
for the lover of yesterday
is the suff’ring of tomorrow
if you meet me for a drink
it will be at the well of sorrow…
(Artist: Heinz von Perckhammer)
Published 22nd May 2016
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Anonymous
22nd May 2016 1:58am
The house of the rising sun pub I presume?
22nd May 2016 2:27am
such a melancholy beauty of a write John..
"she hid a troubl’d heart
a secret too sadden to tell
encoded within the chimes
of a silvry floating bell"
beautiful..
love Crim
"she hid a troubl’d heart
a secret too sadden to tell
encoded within the chimes
of a silvry floating bell"
beautiful..
love Crim
22nd May 2016 6:26am
I really love this, the last stanza is a killer, last line the perfect ending - what more can I say?
fine ink as always :-)
fine ink as always :-)
Good writing, John . . .I relate to this line completely . . .
"and strangers when we kissed "
During those two lost decades I plied myself to the
imagery supplied within the structure of this poetical endeavor.
"and strangers when we kissed "
During those two lost decades I plied myself to the
imagery supplied within the structure of this poetical endeavor.
Anonymous
22nd May 2016 7:20pm
Sir John...the opening creates such an image for my minds eye and the last stanza leaves me speechless, nothing really unusual...I bow before you...With love always - Taryn xoxo
Anonymous
22nd May 2016 9:21pm
always inspirational to read you,
and this-
if you meet me for a drink
it will be at the well of sorrow…
I wish I'd thought of that, brilliant line
but never dared to shed the skin
of ramblers in the mist,
the core truth lies there.
excellent pen.
and this-
if you meet me for a drink
it will be at the well of sorrow…
I wish I'd thought of that, brilliant line
but never dared to shed the skin
of ramblers in the mist,
the core truth lies there.
excellent pen.
22nd May 2016 11:22pm
Colourful..... Beautiful yet somewhat sad .
Lovely Poetry John Feddeler as always....
Lovely Poetry John Feddeler as always....
23rd May 2016 7:46pm
This is a great to read aloud, melancholia with some music to it. A remarkable change of style with one I'm putting in the file....
24th May 2016 6:13am
Anonymous
24th May 2016 6:20pm
You should feel the shake of
my cold warming hands
and see my stare stirring..
Sir, darling, babe..you take me
places they speaks of haunting
pleasure and twinges.
my cold warming hands
and see my stare stirring..
Sir, darling, babe..you take me
places they speaks of haunting
pleasure and twinges.
26th May 2016 12:36pm
3rd Jul 2016 6:05am
5th Aug 2016 4:50pm
how come this miss my eye...
scarlet, the arrows of time
and love is but a martyr
tavern songs are purple shrouded
in silence, as I depart her
we, strangers were, who sought for lust
and strangers when we kissed
but never dared to shed the skin
of ramblers in the mist
every single stanza is beyond praise John...class..absolute class!!
scarlet, the arrows of time
and love is but a martyr
tavern songs are purple shrouded
in silence, as I depart her
we, strangers were, who sought for lust
and strangers when we kissed
but never dared to shed the skin
of ramblers in the mist
every single stanza is beyond praise John...class..absolute class!!
