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



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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 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nerio

9 Months Ago

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



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to me, You've written a really fine poem, Your style tastes perfect, I don't need so much to know so I can feel that You've poured a lot of Your inner here, trying Your best with Your calm pen to rule Your emotions.

there are those who don't appreciate history, nor appreciate those brave ones who paved the "now" for us, they forget it, while they, with their history in their monuments lay with majestic height, lofty with their pride, looking down to us, still hoping and praying that one day the dream will awake and continue to live, You did a magnificent job my friend, they and You should be proud of it, You put me in the mood of ancient Greece, and I'm a one who can be drowned for hours within it!

Posted 1 Month Ago


I interpreted this poem like this: There's a certain sense of 'dreamy wonder' in your words. It's funny, all day long I listened to the "Celtic music of the lords " with a picture of knights on the battleground and a cold, massive tower peering at me from my desktop. This poem just reverberated all of it. A perfect ending to my day! thank you.


Posted 6 Months Ago


A really poignant write up. mysterious and mystic. loved it

Posted 7 Months Ago


A historic outlook, nice, I've been waiting to find something like this. The first stanza caught my eye the strongest but the entire thing is epic.

Posted 8 Months Ago


I like to think that we still have this connection to our most ancient ancestors. Maybe not the way that they perceived their world, but how they felt along with the baser instincts that they had that we try to ignore or get away from today. That animalistic side that gave rise shamanism. I don't know, just what was brought to mind. I do like how it was written and the overall look of the poem. It grabbed ya. Good work. CD

Posted 8 Months Ago


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 9 Months 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 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nerio

9 Months 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 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nerio

9 Months Ago

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

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