Ruinous Rubble of Stone

Swathed in endless darkness,
adorned in the pitch of it-
a silken spiderweb of solitude am I.

The castle on the hill
is cold and forbidding,
it's desolation calls to me

in scattered dreams.
I wander among the ghosts
as we dance barefoot on the razor's edge

of sanity and madness.
The betwixt and between
of what was and what is.

Wraiths and lost souls wander
in the fog of the forgotten,
winds howl my name

but I no longer recognize it.
The cold breath that pierces my marrow
falls frozen to the ground.

There is a candle in a window,
but it calls to no one who
might wipe the frost from my eyes.

Once they were blue and rimmed in gold.
They sparkled across oceans of possibilities.
But rough seas churned them in crested waves

not merciful enough to drown them,
and the entire world washed up
upon this ruinous rubble of stone.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, such desolate feelings in this...

but what visual imagery...i see the castle...looking spooky and forlorn...and the ghosts visiting the solitary soul who feels like a ghost in real life...like i often do...i feel kind removed...like i am on some other planet from most...
and sometimes i do feel like a rubble of stone.

great expression in this.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you jacob. It's like an out of body experience only much too corporeal in the end. Thank you also for expressing your own connections to the ideas and imagery in this piece.

[Coyote Poetry]

Strong and powerful words and thoughts dear friend.
"not merciful enough to drown them,
and the entire world washed up
upon this ruinous rubble of stone."
I loved the above lines. I could write a epic poem from. You create places and left the reader with a lot to think about. This is poetry. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[icelandicblue]

Coyote I am truly humbled by your words. Thank you.

[Coyote Poetry]

I love your work and you are welcome.

[Pryde Foltz]

Even the most beautiful and hardest of gems crumbled with time. Best to enjoy when we can. Masterful write, Icyblue:)

[icelandicblue]

Very sage advice Pryde.

[Lyn Anderson]

"not merciful enough to drown them" -- what a perfect line.

[icelandicblue]

Thanks so much KL.

[David Scott]

This reads as a memory. This reads like waking up to read a dream you couldn't quite remember.
Love the poem Blue!

[icelandicblue]

It certainly has that bits and pieces of a partially remembered poem. Thank you David.

[emmajoy]

Seems at times we feel trapped in the where-we-are. The mind loses cohesion, surroundings echo with sobs and moans and its scary and awful and... life blurs every human sense. Can only suppose that such times are meant to help one appreciate the calmer, could.be brighter journeys. Still trying to understand. Perhaps your dark and graphic words, finely written, will let in a blink of light..

[icelandicblue]

Hi emmajoy~
I purposely left out the light at the end this time because while I was rereading some of my work I found that I do that a lot. I wanted to try out the darkness in this one. Thanks so much for reading and for your thoughtful comments.

[emmajoy]

You're a writer who hints at what might be there... tis a beautiful gift for your readers. x

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

It can be a shock to the mind and heart when we finally come of age, especially when we become far too young of age.

[icelandicblue]

Life can shock you that's for sure. Thanks Dale.

[A hare off]

Oh my, this dark poem gave me a chill more than once while reading. Each stanza carries its own slice of pain and loneliness. I can hear the waves over the screams and beyond the weeping. It feels cold and desolate, a certain desperation is instilled in me, the reader as I pull for them, trying frantically to light a candle that might be warm and inviting. This was amazing. The emotions are as if written in the boldest of font.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much. I appreciate you taking the time to read my work.

[alifeacoustic]

This is what poetry is all about. The subtleness of your words, the images they convey, the flow and energy within a=re all in perfect harmony, as you take us to that castle on the hill, and we hear the name ring out from the cold and the desolation like a haunted or wounded cry. I the to point out certain parts of this piece, as it is complete in itself, therefore superb, but the fourth verse resonates with me on a personal level...of sanity and madness.
The betwixt and between
of what was and what is....It is so simple and yet so complex in that it says more than the sum of its parts. Gorgeous write, with mesmerising effect, drawing the reader in completely. Bravo.

[icelandicblue]

I am humbled by such a wonderful review. Thank you so much.

[alifeacoustic]

You're very welcome :)

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

What an introduction!

"Swathed in endless darkness,
adorned in the pitch of it-
a silken spiderweb of solitude am I."

This is a perfection prelude to a beautiful poem to come.

It haunts from beginning to end.

In scattered dreams ... so lovely!

[icelandicblue]

Hello Linda~ so nice to see and read you again. That first stanza was rewritten at least a dozen times so the fact that you chose it to discuss gives me a sense of satisfaction. As always I appreciated your feedback.