The sun has long receded out from the sky,
Pallid gloom invades the wintry air,
Morbid silence hangs over,
Memory sleeps like hibernating toads.
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We are all waiting at times for someone to rescue us from ourselves and the situation we find ourselves in, a very atmospheric and brilliant write that gives the readers more questions than answers!
going into September 2017's showcase (Part A) now. Thanks. bri :)
i just read the poem and my 2016 comment. i think i may have thought the one in the shack was a fox? not a human? why would i have said what i did say last year otherwise. maybe i was 'high' on something a year ago? ? ! frozen seas? i guess this must symbolize something. death? the space between Earth and Heaven? ? ? i'm sure to need more than one friend if I'M ever to reach Heaven! ! ! is someone dying in the shack? the plan for me now is to take this offering from Valsa and (within a day or two) place it into my/our September 2017 (Part A) showcase, found in my list of poems on my PH site. and, what the heck, into MyPoemList as well. thanks. bri :) favorite lines: There is stillness, the stillness of the grave, Breaking it, a fox is heard howling afar. and He listens intent for advancing steps, Of a long awaited friend, sure to come, To deliver him of his baneful state,
Solitary lies he, in his battered shack, With a run out lantern throwing pale light, It burns sending spouts of fume, Like the last breath of the dying soul. New images. Very good description of moments of waiting situation.
A mystery indeed! A fox. Who would be the friend? Not a chicken? ! Entertaining. Bri :)
Sharp images. Clear-cut message. I could place myself at the very setting. Good job Valsa.
He listens intent for advancing steps, Of a long awaited friend, sure to come, To deliver him of his baneful state, To row him away across the frozen seas......an impressive concluding. A great philosophical poem is touchingly delineated. Thanks for sharing.