By: Simon Lambert
By:State: Victoria
By:Country: Australia
Death in the Park
Cry softly night
Your web of tangled tears
And with
Your fluid threads
The lonely soul entwine.
Cast your glistening cloak
About the sorry flesh
And hushed
Admit your will
The ebbing mind to still.
Seep to deeply touch
Where lonely eyes reside
And bid
Mute eternity flood
The fretful ruined ember.
Protect this private dying time
From passing prying eyes
And chant
A mournful shroud to spread
for priestly secrecy.
Cry softly night
A humble wash to this frail god
And slip
The wretched life beyond
This narrow bleating broil.
Copyright © Simon Lambert 2000
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Comments: Like a lost sheep crying in the wilderness, this has an Old Testament ring to it, somehow. Nicely done anyway.
Name: RhymeMaster
EMail: rhymer01@thewritersnook.com
Comments: umm- quite a trip you have taken with this piece-
tres interesant n'est pas-
Name: val magnuson
EMail: vallmagnuson@poetsporch.com
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