Hope the creating is going well for all of you these days. I thought I would start another group poem as it gives our site a way to be interactive.
Add lines to this poem and I will link to you within the body of this post.
Midnight Hour by PWB poets
He didn't ask for
Didn't talk about regrets.
Wouldn't think about the morning;
it wasn't here yet.
Words spoken in haste;
Daggers hurled with intent.
Eternal damage inflicted,
But only temporarily meant.
a twisting tale of whirling dream
sat spinning through his mind,
a veil of words
a palm to hide behind.
Never knew, whats wrong,
never felt whats right
but, in the silence of his lonely dreams,
sometimes he cried.
He did run all his life,
he did fall sometimes...
but unforgiving was his heart
for gone day's crimes
there by the rags and the amputation
scavenging the shadow of the symbol
lives still the glow of his lost lantern
these are the lines of severance
a love letter sealed into the art
of the surgeon
the parts of him not here
fly like birds in an unrequited sky
This life takes leaving,
time unveils one more
unread book left on Life's shelf -
his weathered hand
on the old book
as his fingertips
trace the delicate spine
where the time went
He wouldn't think of trangressions,
wouldn't think about regrets,
or what may come in the dawning
that was not here yet.
His memories smudged among
the thin crevices of what is reality
and that which is sometimes not….
But now only too aware of the pace of time
He tries what he has not ever done
while he treads those withered hands on the book,
pauses now on something engraved deep, written in gold.
for all the words which broke heart a many,
& all his deeds, which struck'em misery
A tear silently wets his eye, as if
He now knew what's been lost,
his own truth engraved deep, written in gold
Lines 1-5 by Sara at The Shores of My Dreams
Lines 6-9 by Dan at Poetic Justice
Lines 10-14 by Absolutely Miles Away
Lines 15-22 by Soham Das
Lines 23-30 by Crimsonsonflaw
Lines 31-33 by Janet Leigh
Lines 34-40 by Autumn Moon
Lines 41-44 by Sara.
Lines 45-56 by Sarayu from Hues of Thought