CAVUM
My heart’s grown cold,
moribund, solid as wood;
I’m sedated by remorse,
hidden by an obtuse hood.
Speech is stammered,
jagged, a bit off line;
words are hollow,
they’ve lost their rhyme.
A lone nimbus shrouds
my frail silhouette,
silence piques my focus
on an ire I chose to forget.
Solemn, gothic tides
rise to suffocate,
drowning past memories
I can no longer relate.
Windswept voices echo
harsh, discrepant chords,
sandwiched with gloom,
often felt, never ignored.
My brittle soul is weary,
a dim, vacuous cavity
not stylishly profound
nor ringing of any clarity.
Through a murky mist,
silver threads beamed
a world of loving chimes
I’ve often dreamed.
Affection I now seek,
not a token award,
fulfillment’s my goal,
its my just reward.
Thank you for your entry into Odin's Opposition!
Perhaps you'll rise up, drink from the Well of Wisdom and be crowned the 'bringer of victory'?
Best of luck in the battle!
~Mosaic Musings Staff
Congratulations John on your Merit placement!
You have risen up, drank from the Well of Wisdom and have been crowned the ‘bringer of victory’!
Well done!
Oh my, John, this is powerful stuff...mmm....deftly written & excellent choice of words.
I've been making other posts just now, so I'll return here and make another comment after I've re-read it. And after I've had my lunch & walk...LOL....
I wanted to congratulate you straight away!
Cheers, Syl ***
Liz,
Thank you. Since I wrote that poem, I have revised it and changed the name of it to Wooden Heart.
JLY
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