Out Of Light

The cracks in my hands are black -
As I mourn everything you once were.
The fireplace is sunk in ash,
All clocks have struck dead -
Our house pales
As the cold blunt sun dies
With me.

Reviews

[Kristallo]

Poignant and chilling write. I especially love your flair for captivating the reader with your first line- you do this so effectively in each poem, that in itself is miraculous talent... "Our house pales, as the cold blunt sun dies- with me." Stunning! It is few and far between when I read just a line that strikes me so emotionally and vividly. This is such a cerebral and inventive write, each line is a touchingly melancholic imagine of itself. It's as if Salvador Dali painted his grief in words- this is what he would say, I believe. Exceptional write, Rosalind, I really love this.

[Leslie Philibert]

Fine poem, the title reminds me of the Rolling Stones song,but you are probably too young to remenber that, lots of fine imagery, a powerful short poem with lots to offer.

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Wonderfully descriptive!

[Marie]

Everything is over...you make it so plaintive...

[Mickey Hilts]

Wonderful, sad - moving. Brilliant.

[Lydia]

This is an excellent poem. Wonderful!

[Bodhi]

thank you very much. i love Prague as well.
i know i commented on 'Out Of Time' already, but
i read a lot of poetry, and i think this is exceptional...

i feel a bit clumsy on this site-so forgive me
if stumble about trying to use it properly lol :)

[Bodhi]

every line is just so evocative to the voice within, and through the mood of piece.
i think it so very emotive.

[Greg Marcy da Gama]

Not even time can crush feeling. Good poem. ~ / ~ OM

[flyingdreams]

powerful writing. Keep going

[kidd x]

Such a sad write, expressed so well.