derelict still with night

derelict still with night
touching day's end
a soft lamentation
skin in still greeting
every new wind calling
still with agreement
still and no better

a blue stranger like sky
diving into yesterday's echo
framed in pale colours
absolute no more
is always the wave
ale in a goblet of dreams

destined to wander
to see man in silence
ruled by the slow flow
of tidal blood in vein
deemed for a day or so
of green summer

I am a temporarily see
a why in a house of seasons
a not saying anything
that I can observe
deemed by no reasons
by winds I do not own
I roll with the time

Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-07-06 at 22:13

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Your poems take the reader to so many wonderful places, places whose slightly surreal soundscapes linger in the memory for several infinities afterwards. I love "ale in a goblet of dreams." Yes, bravo!

So many eerie images that it makes me think of the grim reaper wandering at night. A very good read with a dramatic flow.

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Bravo, Bob.