A Day that Never Was

A Day that Never Was
By: Adam M. Snow

 

I walk in night illuminating fields,
With roses brilliance of blood and pure soul,
Surrounding me in initiation of a new born spring,
Just moments after air lustrate rain.
O' my Juliet, I call forth but no spirit remains.
I seek my nights, my days, my hours, my many to come.
Without my Juliet, cold my life is, my bodies numb.
I walk my dreams, whether it be qualm or death.
I walk this ceaseless mile to see my Juliet, O' Juliet.
A name one can never forget, O' Juliet.
Silence, broken through my endless dawn,
My days, that was but now is gone,
But my Juliet, a name I thought was true,
But it be a lie, like my curse I knew.
Place me in chambers, locked in shackles,
I'll scream and yell a sinister hackles.
Let me dream a day that never was,
Just me and Juliet on flowery plain.
But must this be neither rejection nor pain?
The feeling of betrayal of a deceiving heart,
Broken, tainted by blood on your hands,
But this be the start of what yet to come.
The agony of my ongoing sin,
From that day that never was.
I know the whole-obscures the part,
The blood drips from a broken heart.
Eradicate my very being,
As I be blind without seeing.
Deception of the name Juliet,
Seething of anger and love.
But the name of false pretense,
The sorrow inflames my sense.
Again, this day that never was,
Was in fact a day that was,
But that name that was, but now disdain,
By that name, 'Juliet' my heart does break.

Reviews

[Kim Brooksyn]

I agree that this piece was very strong. I especially liked the lines, "Let me dream a day that never was, Just me and Juliet on flowery plain. But must this be neither rejection nor pain"? There is sadness and confusion behind there, at least from what I understood and you described it quite well. The ending was great, "By that name, 'Juliet' my heart does break". It's perfect and small, the right way to end it off.

[Coyote Poetry]

"O' my Juliet, I call forth but no spirit remains.
I seek my nights, my days, my hours, my many to come.
Without my Juliet, cold my life is, my bodies numb.
I walk my dreams, whether it be qualm or death."
A amazing poem. The description and story in the words was outstanding. I had to read a few times. So many lines were strong. I like the use of nature and sadness. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote