No pearls

Vicarious wants of doom's dominion
roll the staring dice with calls for more
in dark nights of Neolithic echoes
where one man's bid for a hold unto rock
is another's saline stare at sweet taut skin
with fields of future pleasures rippling
in a wolf pointed winter wind,
sharpened by a dark will to possess.

I will swallow the dark pill
and fill the empty night with rain
for the lost innocence of a child
crossed en-route to comfort and trust
with one eye hanging from the sky,
the other flayed on a beach
with dead oyster at hand, no pearls.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2007-01-30 at 06:55

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night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
*bookmarked*I really like this poem :) So many surreal images :) It could be a breath - taking painting you know. . . :)
Well written!
2007-02-03


Saga
Sweet and compelling!!!
2007-02-01


Zoya Zaidi
"I shall swallow the dark pill
and fill the empty night with rain"

I hope you did not have to swallow
The dark pill of pain to your marrow,
I hope you could find a way to pay
back to the culprit in his own way,
I hope the black deeds of oyster-shells
held some beautiful pearls instead...

(((Hugs dear Bob for the compassionate write!)))
Love, Zoya
2007-01-30

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