behind the curtains of fallen rays
and coffins of the dead warriors
The cries of vampires and witches
still torture the cold moments of the midnight
crystal tears of regret in the waterfalls
their curses echo from the distant hills
The serpent of black sins
runs through the green courtyards of forsaken memories
and pierces the distant horizon
sealed in with a lead sky
I carry a secret code of fear
in the red wine that climbs through my veins
in the branches of the crippled willow
lurks the prayers of vengeance of the hanged priest now
the spirit of the weeping mother
still hunts for her child’s life
beneath the rusted remains of bullets and daggers
yes, I confess
I hail from the lands of blood and murder
when the bleeding times return
with rotten sweat and regrets
and they escape
when I try to bury them in the dark alleys
of a forgotten poem
And my heart
stripped to a wounded beggar
now begs for mercy
in the graveyards of those burning souls…
and coffins of the dead warriors
The cries of vampires and witches
still torture the cold moments of the midnight
crystal tears of regret in the waterfalls
their curses echo from the distant hills
The serpent of black sins
runs through the green courtyards of forsaken memories
and pierces the distant horizon
sealed in with a lead sky
I carry a secret code of fear
in the red wine that climbs through my veins
in the branches of the crippled willow
lurks the prayers of vengeance of the hanged priest now
the spirit of the weeping mother
still hunts for her child’s life
beneath the rusted remains of bullets and daggers
yes, I confess
I hail from the lands of blood and murder
when the bleeding times return
with rotten sweat and regrets
and they escape
when I try to bury them in the dark alleys
of a forgotten poem
And my heart
stripped to a wounded beggar
now begs for mercy
in the graveyards of those burning souls…
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this is realli very gud
ReplyDeleteCheers, mate!
I liked the central idea. Good to c u r trying things out with your imageries!Yet the visual metaphors could have been more subtle; at places u have sacrificed your 'economy of words' that worked so well in your last poem.The lesser words u use, the more powerful your piece becomes as the reader is kept guessing in the corridor of half-revealed ambiguity.More like your second last stanza!
ReplyDeleteAnyway, keep experimenting.You've got talent, mate. And thanks for leaving a note but in the future do leave notes on my mail instead of my blog.
Cheers,
Deeptesh
Do chk out my new poem rt now.
ReplyDeleteThe serpent of black sins
ReplyDeleteruns through the green courtyards of forsaken memories
and pierces the distant horizon
sealed in with a lead sky
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Your thoughts provoke darkness...
Will read more from you soon I hope..
The quote that Rye.. mentions, "The serpent of black sins / runs through the green courtyards of forsaken memories..." is my favorite metaphor of the poem. I also like the way you end your poem, and the photo really sets the scene. Good work!
ReplyDeletei dont want to talk bout structures and technical difficulties an 'metaphysical speculations' an all dat stuff. i hardly understand anythin bout da technicalities of poetry. but if u ask me whether i like it or no, den yes i like it.
ReplyDeletethanx for visitin my blog. hope u excel in poetry writin.