lone

perhaps the day 

was broken long before the sun was up

and casts of lonely stars faded like a kiss

and the horizon begged for light

the way tormented souls

beg for dripping water cool

perhaps the dream

was rigor mortis crusted

and dripping rancid dead

before my aching silver eyes 

were desperate for a new image

and opened to the bleeding light

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

lone'
m.s. early,
This reminds me of the feeling of disillusionment or hopes which never come to pass. This feeling is the beginning of transition though and the work of acceptance and working toward something better. We people are so complex that way. We can hope and try in every situation for a solution.
Blessings,
Kathy

[B.J]

brilliant as always such images in the last stanza

[m.s.early]

(: thank you barb :)

[B.J]

The last stanza was so powerful

[Brittany Zedalis]

I like the style of this piece.

[m.s.early]

(: thank you brittany :)

[Mockingbird]

conveys despair and disillusionment. it went from melancholy to macabre. a different light.

[m.s.early]

(: thank you MB :)

[highonwords]

i especially like the line 'before my aching silver eyes were desperate for a new image and opened to bleeding light'. thank you for sharing :)

[m.s.early]

(: thank you so much :)

[Sami Khalil]

I like the image of stars fading like lonely kisses. Very nice poem...

[m.s.early]

(: thank you sami :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).....................