The Silhouette

 

Under the clock tower witnessed by time

A silhouette sits all alone

It’s not on a chair, but the grass brown and bare

Yet it sits like it’s sat on a throne.

 

Soulless eyes blink and an endless mouth yawns

As the hands of the clock slowly sway

The silhouette smiles at it gazes afar

And ponders another passed day

 

It doesn’t feel warm but somehow neither cold

In the shadow of age’s true friend

And while empty and broken the silhouette is

It feels no desire to mend.

 

And then slowly it stands upon feet that aren’t there

And the wind starts to ruffle invisible hair

And the clock tower sounds with the deepest of rings

And the silhouette feels like its filling with things

 

And the slightest of smiles is visible there

As it sits back down in the cold lifeless air

Awaiting the sound of a bell late at night

When the world is surrounded by absence of light

Reviews

[Sasha]

This is gorgeous. As always, your imagery is very vivid and you have a great rhyme. The fourth stanza was my favorite because it felt like something was happening and building up. There was a bit of excitement inside as I read it. (That must sounds ridiculous, but it's true.)

[Beatiful [[Chaos]]]

A beautifully written poem. For me, it seems as if its broken, yet at the end, it mends in a way.. i love it.

[LadyNaida]

This is absolutely beautiful, you have a way with words.

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

This is beautifully written. You really have showed your talent in this beautiful piece.


My favorite stanza

Soulless eyes blink and an endless mouth yawns
As the hands of the clock slowly sway
The silhouette smiles at it gazes afar
And ponders another passed day