Lazuline Pearls

Just when the first note begins,
obsidian cowl nods.
Infinite reflection
reveals nothing:
no river of carmine
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 resile,
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
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.

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.