Father Night sweeps dust upon your cloak
an incubus that haunts life's fervent truth
and though the breeze incites veracity
dense matter stifled chains forgotten youth.
You toss and turn, your trunk a newborn babe
with residue beneath the skins of crime
sweat stains the satin sheets you lie upon,
leaves imprints on guilt's vessel every time.
@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration: Sunday Whirl, Poetic Bloomings
21 comments:
Every time. Nightly hauntings, expertly expolored. Great write, Laurie!
Strange how every alters once day changes to night even our perception of what we see as safe can change after dark.
This is deep and dark but, lovely use of the prompt words.
Father Night sometimes beings dark thoughts! Your poem works to convey that, Laurie.
great write Laurie. Much to be said for brevity
Very vivid writing to be so concise.
I like this Laurie. I so enjoy seeing where each poet takes these wordle words. Thank you too for your visits to my blog.
This has a hypnotic quality, Laurie.
Excellent!
Well wordled Laurie. :-)
Laurie, I like that tinge of darkness brought about by this write.
Nicely done.
Pamela
Nicely done incorporating the twelve words very well!! Have a great day!!
vivid imagery - thanks for showing how it can be done so articulately!
imprints on guilt's vessel -- what a glorious rendition of the feeling of being haunted.
Thank you!
So vivid. Remarkable how you were able to cast an image with those wordle words. Strong with a hue of darkness. Well done!
I love how you began this poem with "Father Night sweeps dust upon your cloak." What a wonderful image.
Terrific portrait of a troubled soul, Laurie. Well wordled.
your rock..
Hello, how are you?
Glad to land in your lovely land of wonders. Excellent talent!
Hope all is well.
Appreciated your support to The Gooseberry Garden, your inputs add light to our place, we would love to see you around weekly…
Random piece or old ones are welcome too.
Bless you.
Happy End of August.
Hope to see you around!
xoxox
Laurie, the conciseness of your images impresses. I love "the breeze incites veracity". It begins in way that is mythical/mystical, and yet the second stanza is so grounded, so visceral. The juxtaposition of the two is very powerful.
Richard
Thanks, Richard.
the stain that never leaves tho no one can see.. the worst of the worst... a most beautiful poem
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