Gone midnight at half dimmed moon
by time of yesteryears and whisperings remembered
recollections ripple the diary page fast the melody fades
and midnight passing becomes awakening time
… memories of the quiet mind brooding, fill the half faded light
illuminating the shadows in the heart…
Discontent remembered;
Forgotten in faded feelings emotions strained
by the taunting mind of whispers whisking away dusty echoes...
the quiet age of visions filled with a restlessness
that rebounds down corridors crowded with memories
and dreams of future nows lay in the past…
Brittle ticking of the mind, reminding the soul of the blossoming time -
secrets the human condition invent to explain
the passing of years and fears
and hidden truths too potent to eliminate or share
… whispers still rage in moments unguarded
truths fade and ripple across the diary page…
close the cover… burn the journal of life
that speaks in dusty midnights of echoed sin and years of empty desire…
mind whisperings that the heart defends secrets ghostly in rebelliousness haunting the yesterday of all that was -
- page murmuring in song vibrations to a self-involved world;
Burn the diary and start again.
Sharonlee Imageweaver
Comments
Okay...
So I read the first verse. For me, a poem needs to evoke emotion, and a sense of wonder and timelessness that suspends all perception of duration.
The first verse did that for me. So immersed was I in the first verse that It was only after I read it several times that I realized there was more to your poem, and wonder of wonders, the timelessness and emotion and wonder went on beyond what I had already read.
Only one tiny little flaw. 4th line from the end, I stumbled because there are too many 'ofs', if you see what I mean.
Absolutely minor. You nailed this, no huhu.
I'm still reading it.
Hello Jim
Many thanks for pausing and reading my soul-thoughts, I'm so pleased they captured your attention.
You are quite right about there being too many "ofs" in that 4th last last line.... I just checked and realised one shouldn't be there at all and made the appropriate edit.
Thank you again lovely to meet you.
Sharonlee Imageweaver
Hmmmm...
Your thoughts flow like water over the page and ripples wash the grains of truth from the shore and feed them to us poor fishes! Beautiful language and the thought of burning this diary and starting over, means that these musings will be lost. I'm not sure that it would be a good thing. ~ Geez.
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Hello Geezer
Lovely to see to you again and read your thoughts regarding my poem.
Sometimes the poetic inspiration flows like liquid emotion from soul to page... I won't burn the diary though, although at the time I did contemplate it.
Thank you so much for reading and commenting.
Sharonlee Imageweaver