Cast Out


Loneliness flits
across my vista.

It is the early morning
and a low lying mist
covers the ground;
if I were to jump
then I would land
as light as a feather
on the smoky grey sheen.

The breeze plays
spider games,
icy trails on naked skin as
shivering, withering
I withdraw back,
too late, so late now
coldness penetrates,
seeping deep to my core.

I shed a tear that
settles into chill air,
for it is a lonely sight,
resonant of misery,
as hearing echoes,
that break the silence,
escaping, shearing
through my fault line,
it burns like white ice
on this, a tissue skin of hurt.

Cast out in a world that
hasn't quite awoken yet.




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-05-11 at 16:53

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StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
This is an exceptional poem and you should be proud of it. The first time I read it, I couldn't think of anything to say, so I merely applauded it and left without leaving a comment. Now that I read it again, I am still at a loss for words. About the best I can do is: Great work!

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2013-05-18


NicholasG
Magical and sadly remote all in one.
Elle a l'affaire!! ;-)
Merci.
2013-05-15


Ivan R
Everytime I read a poem by you, your words amaze me, I think, no, it can't be done better, and so this comes along... what a way with words this poet has, so many emotions the poet lets the reader fly with, go along with, take away, and ask upon, and feel with, this poem is great.
And the feeling the reader gets from this... is priceless. Poetry.
2013-05-15


Hans Bump
This is expansive, thoughtful,and emotional, expressed in a format that is precise and self contained. That's so hard to do!
Wonderful. I will bookmark.
2013-05-12



This is excellently done. The way you capture the feeling of the cold, the burning of the tear... Just wow. The final two lines are amazing as they pull the whole text together with your usual finesse. Love it.
2013-05-12


shells
The morning seems to match your melancholy mood,. Powerful words "shearing through my fault line."
2013-05-12