Ruinous Rubble of Stone

Ruinous Rubble of Stone

A Poem by icelandicblue

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.

© 2016 icelandicblue



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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.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

icelandicblue

1 Year Ago

Thank you jacob. It's like an out of body experience only much too corporeal in the end. Thank you a.. read more



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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


Posted 7 Months Ago


icelandicblue

7 Months Ago

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

7 Months Ago

I love your work and you are welcome.
Even the most beautiful and hardest of gems crumbled with time. Best to enjoy when we can. Masterful write, Icyblue:)

Posted 1 Year Ago


icelandicblue

7 Months Ago

Very sage advice Pryde.
"not merciful enough to drown them" -- what a perfect line.

Posted 1 Year Ago


icelandicblue

1 Year Ago

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

Posted 1 Year Ago


icelandicblue

1 Year Ago

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

Posted 1 Year Ago


icelandicblue

1 Year Ago

Hi emmajoy~
I purposely left out the light at the end this time because while I was rereading.. read more
emmajoy

1 Year Ago

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

Posted 1 Year Ago


icelandicblue

1 Year Ago

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

Posted 1 Year Ago


icelandicblue

1 Year Ago

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

Posted 1 Year Ago


icelandicblue

1 Year Ago

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

1 Year Ago

You're very welcome :)
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.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

icelandicblue

1 Year Ago

Thank you jacob. It's like an out of body experience only much too corporeal in the end. Thank you a.. read more
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!

Posted 1 Year Ago


icelandicblue

1 Year Ago

Hello Linda~ so nice to see and read you again. That first stanza was rewritten at least a dozen tim.. read more

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