Asleep, ancient towers wait

Asleep, ancient towers wait

A Poem by Nerio

Asleep, ancient towers wait
for the day to break
and waiting they dream
a dream of men
fighting for dead
memories.

Hidden, ancient Gods die
in a cloudy shroud,
for the lies of men
and in the half light,
they remember
a shadowy past.

Almost awake, we hide and rest,
close in a warm nest
of hair and arms,
enjoing the fairy sight
of the glowing light.

And over those
mountain hights,
we celebrete love
with secret delight.

© 2017 Nerio



My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Featured Review

Richness in historical or mythical layers. This is what I like.
We should try to percieve not just historically or scientifically but also aesthetically. Only a synthesis can give us all, (or a lot more) of the answers.
And then that begs the question should we always seek specific answers or should simply immerse?
An intelligent and frankly beautiful epic.

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nerio

1 Week Ago

Thanks Ken. Written by you, who I recognize as an actual epic poet, it sounds really as a compliment.. read more



Reviews

No metaphors to search for in this verse.
The Rebel artist left it in the clear.
We read of towers waiting, but what’s worse,
they bring the memories of dead men near.

and yet, we find that hidden in the clouds,
there hangs the smallest, tiny fleck of doubt
as to who are the Gods to die in shrouds.
Could there be more that this is all about?

Before we reach the end, we find a nest,
enjoying fairy sight in its own way.
Perhaps my search for meaning needs a test.
There’s clearly more to this than I can say.

Of meaning in this verse, the shadow knows,
Tucked just outside the willows where wind blows.


Posted 1 Week Ago


Richness in historical or mythical layers. This is what I like.
We should try to percieve not just historically or scientifically but also aesthetically. Only a synthesis can give us all, (or a lot more) of the answers.
And then that begs the question should we always seek specific answers or should simply immerse?
An intelligent and frankly beautiful epic.

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nerio

1 Week Ago

Thanks Ken. Written by you, who I recognize as an actual epic poet, it sounds really as a compliment.. read more
I like where you are going with this. I have often felt that we have a past that is unremembered but that is an integral part of us. Historians and archaeologists today cannot explain how cultures of the past built the pyramids. They cannot explain other architectural phenomena that were constructed at a time when men supposedly did not have the tools to do what they did. It's almost as if there is a shroud between the present and the past that keeps us blind to the truth; and yet, it's almost like we know something but just can't put our fingers on it. It's like we - the present or we - the future built these things and are looking backwards but have forgotten. This is a very thought-provoking poem, and I love anything dealing with history.

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nerio

1 Week Ago

Exactly :)
And (just going further with your idea) the same will be for us, one day, seen by .. read more

Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

206 Views
3 Reviews
Rating
Added on June 5, 2017
Last Updated on November 30, 2017

Author

Nerio
Nerio

About
Real art is an act of rebellion. Against the current artistic taste. Agains society. Against the author himself/herself. The rest is just propaganda. I don't know if I'm an artist, but I try m.. more..

Writing
Hands of chalk Hands of chalk

A Poem by Nerio


We We

A Story by Nerio


things we did things we did

A Poem by Nerio



Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..


Love Smoke Love Smoke

A Poem by Paul Bell