Deep was the voice that rumbled
with the silver-gray sheet
that swathed the skies in an instant.
The words, an abrupt chill
that sunk into every essence within its reach.
Shoulders drooped with the tail of every creature
as the meaning absorbed into their soul,
and regrets danced their last dance
on empty, deserted stages,
unworthy of thought and awareness...
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| picture credit: http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=§ion=&q=empty+stage#/d14svnn |
24 cool comments:
dang...i def dont want that regret...come that day...
This is powerful and very thought provoking...
'all the world's a stage...'
A great amount of truth in this piece, Shadow. This means something particular to me...excellently written. :))
Painfully powerful.
Hi Shadow!
<3
odd your piece here today speaking of that last dance - i just wrote a piece this morning while i was out sitting in the sunshine on that "dance" - beautifully done, lady!
Interesting powerful Shadow. Regret can be a silent killer. Blessings.
I love that silver-gray sheet swathing the skies...
Well- if the show lasts but an instant and only one is there to see it, then it's been worth it.
Powerful, as always!
Oooh, that is some deep regret! Beautiful.
Touched my heart!
regret is like thunder...it sneaks up suddenly with a terrifying realization, that somethings cannot be undone. Powerful words Shadow.
A beautifully written and very deep piece.Brilliant as ever.
Waiting impatiently for the next one!
this poem of yours is so profound
and authentic - with an atmosphere
of disquiet.
I am speechless - your blog which I just found moves me. Your new follower who hungers for more
Helen Tilston
I am back blogging.
Hauntingly beautiful.
Love the drooping shoulders and the curve of the piano stage in the image...
You always manage to stun me.
Sandi
while adjunct giggles crept past in the shadow's.....heh heh heh.........
This is rare- beautifully written! xo
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