Like the night, lifes' silence can be such a cold passage into thoughts and tears.


Bleak

No frost has scampered
Upon the blades of grass,
Darkened by the cold
Of nights and days
Long forgotten.

A sense of passage
Into other worlds of winter's
Dreary misconceptions, bleak
And void of comprehension
For those who sleep

And for those who weep.
The blackness we seek
Shreds the flesh and bone
Deep into the yearning cries
Of nights far too senseless.




Poetry by JK Fisher
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Written on 2015-11-30 at 08:14

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
It is always hard for those who weep as opposed to those who sleep. This is a fine piece.
2015-12-06


binesh
Beautiful work. Got that depth in your poem as that of our great Romantics
2015-11-30


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
An exultant , work , JK.
Ken D
2015-11-30