Once New [revised]

Gone is the glory

Shrouding the room

Keeping alive the

Memory entombed

Captive in stares

Stiffened to defy,

With the lightning

Fusing the fervor

Inside effulgent eyes

Quickening the Lives

Brewed in the brume,

Trickling into icicles

Of what once grew.



brume -n poetic, heavy mist or fog

[C19: from French: fog, from Latin brūma orig. winter solstice]

effulgent - adj shining forth brilliantly; radiant.

shrouding - vb ( tr ) to wrap in a shroud; ( tr ) to cover, envelop, or hide

fervor - n great intensity of feeling or belief; ardour; zeal; passion

Poetry by melanie sue
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Written on 2016-06-07 at 20:33

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
These images are vividly brilliant while the poetry moves like a maestro's hands conducting the bursting forth of creation! I am in awe of your art! Brava!!

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
It's very nice to read your these two poems together, to have words become poetry, the sound and rhythm of the words. This is not traditional Western poetry, not Eastern—a Djembe drum would make a nice accompaniment.