Chime- Hours

Chime- Hours

A Poem by Alistair (Ali)

The melting toll of empty hours,- chaste

Among the dry-stone steeples,-stirs

The cobbled rune of foetal wonder.

Forgotten waifs, in teasing, see

The scheming torpor of our ways

Then mingle in the vaults of our regret.



Through half closed eyes the

Unremembered rise on drafts

Of innocence, to spell their names

In spirit in these scuttled, pin drop realms.

The utters of an arcane tongue  that

Whittled horses from the hill, dissolve

 into the chiseled henge of lanterned Citadels.

© 2019 Alistair (Ali)


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Funny enough there is beauty in sadness when it is written beautifully. Impressive Ali Impressive!

Posted 2 Years Ago


Alistair (Ali)

2 Years Ago

Thank you, my friend...and yes!, there is a beauty in sadness,...an awful beauty that has the power,.. read more
Such places, such hearts, such deaths
Such visions of old and saddened ways
graves..
The land the sea.the shores
Remember these..

Special....................................♥

Posted 2 Years Ago


Alistair (Ali)

2 Years Ago

Thank you kindly Jazzy..and you are spot on, we should remember that which we are losing.
My .. read more
J. J.  Nightingale

2 Years Ago

You are most welcome Dear Ali...................♥
I found this poem. Sad and heartbreaking in my interpretation. Wonderfully expressed and visions that are moving and meaningful sombre state of affairs.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Alistair (Ali)

2 Years Ago

Thank you kindly, Dawn...and please forgive my late riposte.
Your words are worth and far bey.. read more

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Added on December 19, 2018
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Alistair (Ali)
Alistair (Ali)

Cardiff, Wales, United Kingdom



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I write because I cannot paint. I enjoy the flavor of words, their subtle tastes and textures. I savor their spice and their sea salt. They are washed in on tides of thought, and i comb the strand.. more..

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