Charcoal Dreams

 

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Years of endless

Searching beyond even those things

We cannot fathom,

Often wandering aimlessly,

In desperation far surpassing

Any star with a hope

To be touched upon.

 

Our words become like the ashes 

Of a blazing furnace,

Too full to hold even a spark,

And we drown in the soot of our 

Forgotten desires,

Kindled by a frailty, the honor of 

Greedy self satisfaction.

 

Misinterpretations that dangle 

Wet with temptuous succulence

The lips of demons born 

From the fires that melted even the mold 

To cradle molten steel,

In the hope to build anew,

The lifeblood of existence.

 

Ingenuity lost between desire and understanding,

And hope becomes but a trickle of honey

That drips from 

Mouths of devils' tongues,

To save a tomorrow that may never come,

From the collateral loss of 

A journey never begun.

 

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Poetic_Eyes's picture

interesting

interesting poem. well written and displayed. 

nightlight1220's picture

Thanks poetic. I always

Thanks poetic. I always wanted to know what one of those baby pigs felt like being disected. (You know those ones in highschool biology class).

....;-) just another strange joke ;-)


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

bishu's picture

Hi !!! From your truly virtual friend Respected nl1220

Hi !!! From your truly virtual friend Respected nl1220.

 

Where was I ? Oh !! now I remember..in a clay-pot

Your poem on clouds made my ears ooze out a thought

Greedy self-satisfaction? Yes I do agree with you

But as selfish individuals what more can we do ?

We have been jolted into the journey of life

On a rickety leaky boat with holes and severs

Planks held together by"glue of love & affection

Where are we goin what's our proper direction ?

Oh Dear Respected Queen of Hearts on a land so far

from your virtual friend who'll go sailing forever


©bishu 

 

nightlight1220's picture

Thank you Bishu... yes, thank

Thank you Bishu... yes, thank you for steering the ship of post poems ith such skill. We have keep a positive attitude when the waves get so high and always do the best we can. You have skillful "eyes", my friend. 

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

Diamond_Wills_New_War's picture

I cannot express in mere

I cannot express in mere words how profound this piece is. Really I cannot. You may have summed up mankind's current status in just 136 words. Your imagery and analogies are most fitting. This is the best thing you've ever wrote in my humble opinion. I tip my hat to you, you are truly a great poet. It was an honor to read this.


Long days and pleasant nights

Diamond

nightlight1220's picture

Well... I can't say I agree,

Well... I can't say I agree, i like when i mix the lighter side of things with the darker... but the poem that inspired it was to me, left dangling too much my imagination. I wanted to wrap it up and make it whole, albeit, to me, it is still not whole, but has a bit more clarity in my own mind. ....but Diamond...there are some good things that come from words, thoughts, and communication. It isn't all dark, you know? 

 

I will say, though, that the past 15 years has been a rigorous test for my own inner balancing act of ... words, thoughts, communication, connections, relationships...and the usefulness (and uselessness) of it in my own life.


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

cevance's picture

I love the word play.

I love the word play. Marvelous!

nightlight1220's picture

Please do share, Carl. Thanks

Please do share, Carl. (If you remember where the "word play you are thinking of is) Thanks for reading. Always love your outlooks. 

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "