Lazuline Pearls

an exerpt from From the Midst of the Maelstrom © 2010 David W Moore III

Just when the first note begins, 

the obsidian cowl nods,

and it ends.  

Infinite reflection 

reveals nothing: 

no effervescent brook 

no dialating candescence 

no opus magnum 

just a note 

echoing hauntingly. 

Oh sing a song! 

Sing a song never begun. 

Only the echo remains. 

Lazuline pearls drop 

bounce and return. 

The vacuum resonates 

reverberates 

searching 

longing 

yearning 

instruments at hand, 

trembling slightly. 

Oh sing a song! 

Sing a song never begun. 

Only the echo remains. 

The chromic rale 

and ursula tamed 

waiting 

anticipating 

humming 

thrumming 

the void tugging 

pulling to be filled. 

Oh sing a song! 

Sing a song never begun. 

Only the echo remains. 

Rejoined by the cosmic choir. 

The echo remains 

echo remains 

remains.

Author's Note

For my son Christian. I still hear your song.

Reviews

[alan peter kelly]

evocative of something in and on a grand scale...and yet with such descriptives as nothing echoe longing vaccuum and void to effectively reflect that something haunts as an absentee...i see the pearls fall...hear their thud thud thud thud upon the floor and sense some deep and eternal sadness in the song that never began...it is a song all the same...creating a sad ambience for which...i suppoose...you were aiming...strong piece...i respect and appreciate its existence...

[Goodbye]

It is hauntingly beautiful, David. Well written, again you draw your reader in well.

[Star Wolf]

I see beauty in your words here and I really like this but I'm not too sure what is happening but I think there is some sort of celebration going on for you son, perhaps in a church.

[Kes]

oh this is beautiful. really, truly beautiful.

[Moonflower]

This is just beautiful, dear.

[luciddreamer]

I have read this poem several times now, I will be adding it to my library for although I can see the beauty I can't understand all the meaning yet....ironically my Grandsons name was Christian also :)
Peace

[Amy Bumpas]

Your words are elegantly played, delicate
to the touch, and so we are careful strewn
within your words.

[Alicia Schroeder]

I like it.. Nice little musical ring to it..

[Robin]

Evocative ~ music is the language of emotion ~ your words have set the tone of this haunting heart song ~

Haunting. Ironic that I read another request before this which spurred a memory of my brother..

[Doreen]

Wow, it fills me with indescribable sadness. I do like this very much.