Somewhere in Between

A recent piece, one of my favorites

Life's filthy cradle comforts no man

Beautiful boughs of death do shine

Withering leaves live in love's hand

The sobbing shadow's tears are mine



Stars of night are all alone

Their companions feel nothing

And so are they sorrow prone

Their cold light misses something



Bleeding moon moans at midnight

As it's woes give suck to the wind

They blow, blind to mortal sight

Bringing chills to those who sinned



Erie airs echo wailing whispers

Wearing wreaths with winter's wrath

Freezing the conscience of sinners

Oblivious to their destructive path



Creation seems to reflect a void

Like an empty sea under a bland day

Like darkness over the lost horizon

Like golden light smeared with grey



My heart, the ready writer

Spectates the miracles of fantasy

And the wonders of perceived reality

To pen it's most rueful tune



"Shimmer vivacity's obscure reality

That I may fade to sleep

Burnish the dream's austerity

That I may exist somewhere in between"

Author's Note

Let me know what you think and please share! :)

Reviews

[TawnyBlueStar]

I agree with Chris on your rhyme scheme needing to be more consistent but
I liked it :)
I like the mixure of nature like the "bleeding moon" "Stars of night are all alone
" and "Erie airs echo wailing whispers". Adds something to your poem that makes it beautiful and expressive :D :D
awesome poem
100 :D

[Hachamecha]

Very nice :)

[rosemary keogh]

Very nice really enjoyed.

[Eagle Cruagh]

Freezing the conscience of sinners"
I think most of this inscrutable poem
just passed on over. Nice selection of
words and phrases, but beyond me in
many places. Perhaps the writer is in
the throes of a broken heart ?
----- John

[Mary C]

Nice sentiments

[Amila Jay]

Life's filthy cradle comforts no man - powerful and true!
Excellent write:-)

[Crystal Marie Dreier]

This is an amazing poem, I really enjoy reading your work!

[Coyote Poetry]

Hide to find the in between nowadays. Old world is a mess. I like your thoughts and desire in this poem.
"They blow, blind to mortal sight
Bringing chills to those who sinned"
I don't believe sinner will taste pain till they reach hell. Life is a fair game. Must find a purpose and reason to keep a float. A strong ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Faiza Iqbal]

Whoa! Great write. =)

[Tate Morgan]

I get the feeling this is a broken heart But who can say for sure we are as high as we are low at times

[lois]

Erie airs echo wailing whispers

Wearing wreaths with winter's wrath

Freezing the conscience of sinners

Oblivious to their destructive path

Beautiful verse...my favourite in this poem. Well done!