Death-blooms rest upon loam
as shifting zephyrs whisper requiem.
Grieving thunderheads split,
unfolding obscurity and
saddening the horizon.
The velveteen succor of night
abandons without regret
and i am left alone to resent the day.
You have a gift for beautiful, rich language that expresses such deep felt emotions.
I love these lines especially...
'shifting zephyrs whisper requiem'
and
'The velveteen succor of night
abandons without regret'
You need a title for this! It is too good to go without...
Perhaps 'Unfolding Obscurity' ?
Your strongest piece yet Kath!
I particularly like the first line-loam is clever.
Another powerful poem from you Kath. I love the "shifting zephyrs whisper requiem" and the "grieving thunderheads" images particularly.x
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Alan Morrison
Tue 31st May 2011 23:45
Sometimes the greatest things come in the smallest sizes. Kudos to you, Kath Hewitt...