morose skyline

weep not in the gathering gloom, weep not for me,
as days last glow turn its collar to greet the sombre night
and the artic winds blow chilly from the south, bitterly cold.

fear not in this turbulent turmoil, fear not for me,
as the last of the summer wine is shared and spilled
and the waning laughter echoes faintly, fading forever.

death is waiting, she wears a smile upon her face,
casting hideous shadows across this morose skyline,
the life is dark as is the death, blacker than black,

no heavenly choirs to greet, no rebirth to rejoice
weep not, fear not, for to have and hold nothing
is to forever live, for is not nothingness, something,

morose skyline, deathly quiet, watching and waiting,
why do you watch sweet darkness, why do you wait,
for in you alone i trust to hold close my fate.


greg

This is a great poem, Cousin, and just my style, dark and deep. There are so many hauntingly beautiful images in this poem that I wouldn't know where to begin to list them. I love the image in the second line particularly:

"as days last glow turn its collar to greet the sombre night"

And so many, many more...

I must apologize to you, dear Cousin, for not replying more and better; I find myself in a black hole of depression of late, as I do from time to time, and just want to sleep all the time until it passes (hoping it passes soon, and without my making some horrible mistake during this time); I have been able to write from this black hole, but not much else. I am hoping soon to write my way out of it entirely, if I can, or else just sleep until the light returns.

In any case, I just wanted you to know I am reading and enjoying your poetry, and that it speaks to me profoundly (especially this poem in particular). I appreciate your sharing it with us here so much. You really do make us better by your being here.

Thanks and cousinly love,

+Stevie

dear cousin, thank you for your kind words. one might consider one a poet but i have no aspirations for this title, i, like you, im sure, just simply need to express a mood, an experience, or at times a love or joy or hate, in order to make some sense of life and living. if by doing so we can reach or relate to another then this is enough. at times im sure the subject matter is dark and questioning of life and death. sometimes not the views held by all members as we have all a different belief of where we are heading and where we are going. i appreciate not only your comments but more so i appreciate the simple fact you are here, a presence that is understated and need not particularly carry with it the necessity to do any thing other than be here. life is dark and we can not turn a blind eye to these things, mankind has in my opinion lost the plot and the despair and desperation is and can be at times overwhelming, that said dear cousin, i thank you again, keep well and take care, affectionately greg.

Thank you so much, Cousin Greg, for your insight; I feel truly and genuinely understood by you, and by others here as well. I am so fortunate to have a few people who read and understand what I say. It is especially meaningful to me that you and I have read and understood each other now for something like four years. Like you, I just write these poems of mine in an effort to deal with life; it's the way I cope, and get through it all. I share your dark view, actually, and increasingly so here in America with this idiotic government becoming no less idiotic and rather more so seemingly by the day; it's pretty depressing.

I've been advised that I can continue to run the old family place here for two more years, maybe a little more, and then sell out and get a condo here in town; I could do that or just do it right away. But, given how things are in this crazy world and crazier country, I decided today to take my two years and take my chances. Who knows what could happen in two years? I might even win the lottery (I'll have to buy some tickets, which I never do), or maybe somebody will buy my books. In any case, I will take two years and transition gradually, finding good homes for all these family artifacts with which I am surrounded, as if by ghosts.

I think I'm getting better. I like to sort of hibernate, and sleep as much as possible; I have extremely vivid dreams, from which I gain considerable insight. This is useful and constructive for both my psyche and my poetry; I often literally dream up poems.

Thank you for being here. I think we have a good place here, and I know it is made better by you.

Respect and solidarity, and cousinly love always,

+Stevie

such a tender..beautiful beyond comprehension. great title too
misty

g`day dear misty, thank you for your kind comments. keep well respect & love greg