lone

lone

A Poem by m.s.early

perhaps the day 
was broken long before the sun was up
and casts of lonely stars faded like a kiss
and the horizon begged for light
the way tormented souls
beg for dripping water cool

perhaps the dream
was rigor mortis crusted
and dripping rancid dead
before my aching silver eyes 
were desperate for a new image
and opened to the bleeding light

© 2014 m.s.early


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lone'
m.s. early,
This reminds me of the feeling of disillusionment or hopes which never come to pass. This feeling is the beginning of transition though and the work of acceptance and working toward something better. We people are so complex that way. We can hope and try in every situation for a solution.
Blessings,
Kathy


Posted 4 Years Ago


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B.J
brilliant as always such images in the last stanza

Posted 10 Years Ago


m.s.early

10 Years Ago

(: thank you barb :)
B.J

10 Years Ago

The last stanza was so powerful
I like the style of this piece.

Posted 10 Years Ago


m.s.early

10 Years Ago

(: thank you brittany :)
conveys despair and disillusionment. it went from melancholy to macabre. a different light.

Posted 10 Years Ago


m.s.early

10 Years Ago

(: thank you MB :)
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i especially like the line 'before my aching silver eyes were desperate for a new image and opened to bleeding light'. thank you for sharing :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


m.s.early

10 Years Ago

(: thank you so much :)
I like the image of stars fading like lonely kisses. Very nice poem...

Posted 10 Years Ago


m.s.early

10 Years Ago

(: thank you sami :)
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

You are welcome...:).....................

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Added on January 20, 2014
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