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brazen, and sublime

March 30, 2016 15 Comments

it’s a cold wind
from the west tonight
not a wolf’s howl
nor a fool’s whistle
but a dark tide’s swell
a rolling rhythm
of haunting souls
their mingling moans–
unintelligible
tho understood, each still known
and then each–
becoming muddled with the next
and betwixt, an absence
a silence, wishing to be filled
awaiting
the next crashing curl’s arrival
and from their mournful requiem
I learn, each evening
that even in passing
this ache– never leaves us
mercy’s cold touch brings shivers
as her frigid fingers
claw though my skin
pulling me under
and even here, submerged
into this black sea of memories
I’ve become a trespasser
unwelcome
a leering voyeur
and a timorous confessor
a villainous traitor
aye, a writer
but never a liar
when truth matters
tho too many
of these love poems
are written
in past tense
and tho this morn–
a shimmering-crimson oval
wounded black-night’s sky
thrusting its torch-wrap fire
through forever’s darkness
’twas brazen, and sublime

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  1. Ori.46 says

    March 30, 2016 at 3:16 am

    I have no words for you that are suitable for the comment section.

    Reply
    • Eric says

      March 30, 2016 at 3:26 am

      Whatever your thoughts, I appreciate you reading this 🙂

      Reply
      • Ori.46 says

        March 30, 2016 at 4:27 am

        They aren’t bad thoughts.

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        • Eric says

          March 30, 2016 at 7:45 pm

          Okay 🙂

          Reply
  2. Mils says

    March 30, 2016 at 9:08 am

    “I learn, each evening
    that even in passing
    this ache– never leaves us”

    Am a bit predisposed to weepy this morn: the above lines really really hit home for me …

    Reply
    • Eric says

      March 30, 2016 at 7:46 pm

      I hope you’re doing alright, Mils..

      Reply
      • Mils says

        March 30, 2016 at 8:06 pm

        Am OK. Learning, still. You?

        Reply
        • Eric says

          March 30, 2016 at 8:21 pm

          Oh, about the same 😉 Thank you for asking.

          Reply
  3. thoughtsgather says

    March 30, 2016 at 11:55 pm

    I’m happy to see your words.

    Reply
    • Eric says

      March 31, 2016 at 1:24 am

      Thank you 😉

      Reply
  4. ruchirabiswas97 says

    April 2, 2016 at 5:18 am

    ” I have become a trespasser unwelcome..”
    These lines onwards…I read it more than twice, but still can’t find proper words to explain its beauty…This poem Just got etched in my heart!
    respect
    I learn a lot from you, Eric..You are n effortless genius!

    Reply
    • ruchirabiswas97 says

      April 2, 2016 at 5:22 am

      I shared it..This made my day!

      Reply
      • Eric says

        April 2, 2016 at 10:59 am

        Thank you again. I hope your day is beautiful 🙂

        Reply
    • Eric says

      April 2, 2016 at 10:59 am

      Thank you so much, and thank you for sharing this. I’m honored that you read this so closely. I’m glad you found something in this to keep as your own 🙂

      Reply
      • ruchirabiswas97 says

        April 2, 2016 at 11:24 am

        My absolute pleasure! I hope you have a great day as well…And I am as well honoured that you follow my blog, I hope you like my stuff! Thanks!

        Reply

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