In the golden dawn
black birds screech
a faithful warning
Blazing beyond my sight
the sky liquefies
from transcendent dreams
crawling from the flames of despair
flowing across landscapes
holding on to a silent moon
removed from the grasp
of world-weary beings
In these dreams of gold
the sky drips cobalt
its sorrow thick
from the indifference
of a universe
fallen from faith
Yet still he stands
watching the burnt-orange silhouettes
traverse towards an empty horizon
Searching for hope
detached from the reality
of a hopeless world.
Wow! Another excellent poem. It matches the picture prompt nicely.
ReplyDeleteWow! Ranee.
ReplyDeleteThis a beautiful poem that haunts with such striking images and words.
Love these lines...
"Yet still he stands
watching the burnt-orange silhouettes
traverse towards an empty horizon
Searching for hope
detached from the reality
of a hopeless world."
That perfectly matches the images you have included with your poem, but it goes beyond that to evoke that search we all undertake each day for meaning and purpose in our journey.
Love your poetry....never fails to move me.
Thanks for sharing,
George
Searching for hope
ReplyDeletedetached from the reality
of a hopeless world.
awesome ending.
I invite you to join Jingle Poetry Potluck week 17, link in 1 to 3 old poems today, Thanks for the valuable support!
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Amazing writing, not sure why I thought I already added a follow here, but just made sure I was anyhow!!! :)
ReplyDeleteBeautifully descriptive, the ending so strong! ~April