A Wreckage of tears
blowing across a fire dance
brushing against an eye lid
fuel of sadness.
before long. . .
A resplendor of
Unhappinnes came much
too soon, windows open doors to
unseen dreams of an old man
awaking in the middle of a vision. . .
As the storm crossing my path
is eternal, farewell tears
sung in front a blind
audience spectating
a concerto of labyrinths. . .
Open your throat to a
steady countenance
of a silent moon...
I hear voices across
an everlasting horizon. . .
Untold story of courage
keeping a watchful eye,
to The stars passing through a
minefield of thoughts
guarding an entrance
to your inner sanctum,
Straight Arrow is
approaching with
a cold rush of stillness. . .
A circle of unity,
Leading a path
of creation, inspired by a
new generation. . .
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By: RONY JOSEPH
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Comments: 15
I honestly can't imagine what this could possibly mean: Open your throat steadily countenance of a silent moon...
I hope you can explain this poem to me.
Beautiful poem!
I would do a few edits on this piece . . .
A resplador of -- resplendor
For this line, "to soon, windows open doors to an" - - I would change the "to" to "too", and drop the word, "an"
so that it reads . . .
too soon, windows open doors to
unseen dreams of an old man
As the storm crosings my path ~ Just add the "s" in "crossing"
And then, just add a "d" to "inspire" . . .
of creation, inspired by a . . .
LOVE IT RONY!
Blessings ~
Rene
Thanks.