The Craggy Gutter

Dull malnoia
Lurches in dawn,
Hearing wind chimes
And conscience gone

Pneuma, a ragged reflection,
Stolid and bold as barren kern
That stumbles into scathing sea,
These eyes of limestone, wrathful burn

It is captured, then bleeds detached-
Down-trodden, the Lone Leaf that flits
In mist of cool wind, a grey wheeze
Vomits barnacles, writhes and spits

Reticent It swims in pools of rain
Gathered in the craggy gutter
Lil' yellow leaf swirling alone
Decays there with doleful flutter

Such is a Soul
Dead cries implore
Mute, say one thing,
And nothing more




Poetry by Soup in the Sand
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Written on 2011-10-19 at 02:07

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A beautiful piece, my friend.
In my studies I have read many accounts of the soul, but none as compelling as this. For here this mysterious essence is presented via an appeal to the senses, enchanting my imagination and stirring an emotional reaction that is worlds apart from classic treatise response.
Well, I applauded last night, so today I show my appreciation in a little dance. I am quite overcome by your genius!
2011-10-19


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Again , a wonderful poem.
Ken ( D Williams )
2011-10-19