A night still, yet full of pain, A night of terror of everlasting rain, Falls gently upon dreams of dreams, Upon hopes and life, so it seems.
The Cries of a Rose Bud Blooms
The Cries of a Rose Bud Blooms
By: Adam M. Snow
A night still, yet full of pain,
A night of terror of everlasting rain,
Falls gently upon dreams of dreams,
Upon hopes and life, so it seems.
The cries of a Rose bud blooms,
A cry, trapped in many tombs,
It echoes through time in darkness still,
In a world of hurts and timely ill.
Purge the dark, the timeless hour,
How therefore safe to be a flower,
A flower by name of Rose,
And a tear drop of many woes.
So saddened of the future past,
Fear of dark, the shadow cast.
A Rose cries forevermore,
Another thorn for her to bore,
But for every petal that must fall,
A new thorn must bare all,
Whether be or whether not,
A journey time long forgot,
A journey, soon to end,
In a season of fall, time amend.
Dear Adam, // This is the first poem of yours I've read. It has a sweep to it--I found that I read it through before I knew it--it just swept me along to the last line. // Some of the lines were reminiscent of H.P. Lovecraft. Interesting language of terror and tombs and everlasting rain. "In a world of hurts and timely ill...A Rose cries forevermore." // I love the lines: "So saddened of the future past / Fear of dark, the shadow cast." I appreciate the fact that the lines show that time is condensed, future and past, under the shadow..a terrifying image, but fearfully true. // This is a poem where the images and the music and the somber tone are all so good and so strong, they outweigh the meanings, the possible interpretations. It is a poem, I found, to be experienced and enjoyed, for the sounds and the visuals and the sense of shadow, which enchant like a trance. Or, conversely, it entrances like a chant! // Good poem, fellow poet. --Michael LP, Mr. Poet
I am glad you are back. Your poetry is very, very special.