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obscur' tango
there’s a poem in my slumber
in the form of a woman
she calls to me thru a veil of tears
she may have lived a day ago
or a thousand years
I light a torch to guide me
but the darkness is dire
a wind so strong it blows out the fire
maid of mourning & dust
revenant who roams without a soul
I cannot write her flesh
nor a face to make her whole
a battle vaguely rages
scourge of rifles & slashing sabre
but to give it sum & substance
is the poet’s labor
rising smoke obscures the moon
a bugle wails a somber tune
a song devolving to tragic verse
becomes the poet’s curse
there is no poem here
a story that won’t be told
perhaps she is Love, herself –
a mistress I’ll never hold
she weeps as she returns
to the dream from where she came
come back to me another night
and tell me your name…
(Artist unknown)
Published 11th Jun 2016
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11th Jun 2016 9:39am
11th Jun 2016 3:24pm
11th Jun 2016 9:12pm
Gorgeous, Mr F. So sad and vaguely violent, filled with that feeling of lost dreams and the wish to return there that all of us go through Once again a great piece of work.
John
John
11th Jun 2016 11:19pm
A ghost rising from a dream (or imagination) rather than the grave. A sad end when she slips away. Other nights, and visits, will follow. Fine and haunting work from a poet who has seen his share of battles, one suspects.
Anonymous
12th Jun 2016 3:56am
The confessional slaughterer
of my all my hearts.
You mince me Sir, darling babe
of my all my hearts.
You mince me Sir, darling babe
13th Jun 2016 3:25pm
13th Jun 2016 6:45pm
Just out of comprehension's touch
and definition's grasp. Hope is in the return
of the dream, the clarity of time.
and definition's grasp. Hope is in the return
of the dream, the clarity of time.
Anonymous
14th Jun 2016 3:46am
Sir John....
"maid of mourning & dust
revenant who roams without a soul
I cannot write her flesh
nor a face to make her whole"
~ All I can do is keep re-reading this write, over and over and over...but these lines....
With love always - Taryn xoxo
"maid of mourning & dust
revenant who roams without a soul
I cannot write her flesh
nor a face to make her whole"
~ All I can do is keep re-reading this write, over and over and over...but these lines....
With love always - Taryn xoxo
21st Jun 2016 9:41am
i've been away so long
{almost} forgot why
i come to these pages
*sigh*
your words have been missed
{almost} forgot why
i come to these pages
*sigh*
your words have been missed
29th Jun 2016 7:37am
