Poem -
Mossy ruins
Among the mossy ruins
sounds build the dark
I don’t want to play
anymore
- too deft now in the new way.
There are no colours
that match my mind
in that dark
- a life too long ago.
The dark is no more
than a shadow of the old voice
that I have outgrown (by choice).
A deep breath shatters those sounds
- from the shards a harp rises.
In silence together we play
a new forest,
harptones as birds
among the branches.
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This is friggin' BRILLIANT John Loopstra!!.....the powerful range of darkness and its competing dynamic... SHINE here....like the Beatles in the 60's or Pink Floyd in the 70's 80's......these are words that Everyone should have access to....as it delivers a tonality that epitomizes the direction that Sylvia Plath and Poe took in their own personal struggles and keen understanding of the world around them......This is VERY profound....and holds the sheen of lackluster that, even when attempted, has difficulty rising to the top of the bowl of input that surrounds it!!.....ALL STARS & PINNED!!...I love the great sense of gratefulness that takes this piece to the heights!!.....Bravo!!.....well done dear poet brother!!.....LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo : )
Hi, Tony, thank you for putting me in the range of Sylvia Plath. At University I did an oral paper on her (with a fellow student), leading me to write myu first "Confessional" black poem. It's been an uphill fight not to walk into the sea, one day, but I managed to escape the dark (and kind of make light of it, by now). I prefer Patrick Ball's Tír na nÓg now. Though Pink Floyd also has some awesome music that still goes painfully straight to the heart (again: thanks)
Brilliant!
A stroke of genius..
thanks for sharing with us.
Peace!
Hi, Wilford,
Thank you for your comment. it helps to keep the birds amongs the branches✌️
A very good poem.
Hi, Michael,
Thank you for your comment - it's been hard work/labour to get here (43 years of "poeting")
wonderful poem
i feel the say way
Tony does
Hanx, it has the same origin as These two sides