When The Hour Is Near

Outside difficulties can be opportunities instead of misfortune...

When the hour is near,

and as rivers seem still,

that's when the vileness gnashes.

Its fangs rip and tear,

but with silence you sit,

while the pain pools at your feet.

Retired from harsh work,

the bones are light, strong,

built from peaceful sleep.

So reside with me today,

delve into harming hearts,

and fly like the dove.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we retire from work, but not so much from the vileness that surrounds us, eats us up...let the bones rest...let us sleep away that harsh feeling...let us love again.

nicely abstract..."less is more"

you allow the reader to escape into a world here...the reader can create his or her own feeling from this..

the battle of negative feelings vs positive feelings...it is up to us which will win.

jacob

[Jack Cassidy]

Thanks for the review,
K.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow . A wonderful poem . Thank you for sharing...:)

[Jack Cassidy]

Thank you, I feel it is still in progress though... Anytime...

[Sami Khalil]

O.K. You are welcome...:)

[Leslie Philibert]

Like this a lot. especially the the very visual third stanza...good one !

[Jack Cassidy]

Thank you! Honored to have you review it,

K.