There is a place where empty souls find rest
From the relentless dust of days that simmer black
And for a time it fills the void with noise so white
That colour’s memory refuses to come back.
I let the rain freeze on my collar-bones
And prayed that it would never let me feel
For when the thunderstorms awake within
The last respite of flesh on bone they steal.
So cold… this endless gaol always finds a way
To tear me down, smashing through all hope
And when another dawn breaks through again
The light bleeds blue in twists of scarlet rope.
Daily Prompt: Careless Whisper
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Beautiful….nice to see a post from you. I missed you and your posts.
Thank you and I’m sorry I’ve been away for so long. A lot to catch up on, but look forward to it.
Welcome back! And writing that silly parody right now. First I need a link to your Cumberbuns chart.
Hello Vic. Good to see you!!!
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So glad to see you back, Vic! A beautiful, evocative poem…I love its sensory imagery. 🙂
Thank you, Lee-Anne. I’ve missed it.
Welcome back Miss Vic. Such a beautiful piece of prose to re-enter with. 🙂
Thank you, Suzy. It’s good to be back.
Good to se you back. 🙂 I liked “thunderstorms awake within”, a good metaphor. Btw, there are two typos in your story: “goal” and “tear” in the last stanza. Hope you don’t mind me pointing it out.
Very good to hear from you too and I am pleased you liked my offering. I don’t know how “tear” got past me so thank you for bringing it to my attention. Regarding “gaol” – it means jail or prison. It is an old-fashioned word for a place of confinement or the state of being imprisoned. It is a favourite of mine, because of the musicality it brings to the verse and I find it a little less abrasive than “prison”. Thank you again.
And I learned a new word. No problem! 🙂
Win win 🙂
Was really glad to see your post Vic 🙂
Thank you, KG and very good to hear from you too.
This is a really powerful piece of poetry – one can sense the demons scratching at the doors. The prose-like style that you have used adds immediacy, and I’m sure that this will resonate with many.
Nice to have you back!
Thank you, Chris. You are quite right about those demons. Look forward to reading some of your poetry that I have missed while I was away too.
Hope you find something that you enjoy!
Writing does help. It was a mistake not to persist, but at least I hope I have learnt from it this time around. Thank you Chris.
Vic, I am so glad to see you and this post. I thought I had lost track of your blog. Love this one.
Thank you, Beth. Taking it slowly at the moment, but hope to be getting back to my usual soon.
for a while I wondered if I had stopped following your blog and then I saw this and I realized how much I had missed reading your poems which are always so beautiful…you have a way with words
I am so sorry. I made a note in my last post before the break, but I must have been a little too subtle. I have been away and it took me a while to get back to writing. Glad you enjoyed it. It’s good to be back and thank you for your kind words. Hope all is well with you.
The sound of emptiness, more sound than one might ever imagine…
Indeed… your comment made me think of the sound of an echo and footsteps making their way through the void. Thank you.
Echoes are like stories in shadows, each shares something different, even in different voids. Cheers.
“Echoes are like stories in shadows” – beautifully put. Thank you.
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