Watch the pendulum swing back
to where it was meant to stay,
It breaks light in three dimensions;
the fourth broken by heavenly
folly as the mind tweaks infinity
and the soul rides in plain sight;
the target of elemental celestials.
The red god of the seven wrong ;
Apple core and his knightly three
switched sides at the moment of
count to live life in broken twos;
Sworn to serve the silent
moon when lightning strikes
the faint of heart.
They ride the heavenly blanket
upon the rivers silver,
shining diamonds that lie awake
pretending life in gasped breaths
as valleys stretch of bony pain
and deny the brooding tempest
gain for valued pictures
that stain of shame.
And grew in breath until
their wave of happy sorrow
and doubtful blame came to
spread the forgotten mention
of the memory faded as
shadows tamed with the
tired mention of his holy name
to declare the end
of this fated game;
The crack floods back as memories thin,
the pendulum stops
and we begin
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To fractalcore; the image of crescendos from the dawn of time as fate worships the tragedy begun with a tear on the floor of a mistaken son (man).
thank you, great Unknown.
so this is it? i want more.
gee, ayee can bee greedee.
mee bows too yoo.
thanks for the gesture, great Unknown.
i got to say this has a tinge of AlchemiA in it, though
i'm very much convinced this could be another author's
work...or maybe this is AlchemiA on unexplored grounds
riding his kayak [without the water].
i dunno but this is superb.
wish i could write like this.
I must say the honor is all mine noble fractalcore. AlchemiA I am not, although what reader of the refined art would not like to grasp the complex tapestry woven by such a mind. I remain simply uknown or more precisely fcunkown. Thank you for dropping by.
people should read this.
* momma mia
what is fcunk? This is the only thing that bothers me about this poem. Very enjoyable.
tremors in time
I like this a lot-
though I can't really tell you why
other than you've a way with words
my only small nit would be starting line 23 with 'And'
"The crack floods back as memories thin,
the pendulum stops
and we begin."
That sounds great!
Although I'd like to hope we were the pendulum,
flooding back with a race on a swing.
wear duh hail err ewe, section4?
Vivid one. Great job.
Thank you fractalcore, liliana, propoet50, jkweb and psychofemale! I'm glad you liked it!