A poem

[Omen]

Epistle

Flowers grown from sand
In the autumn
Scribe headstones into fire
Through the rapture
In swirling vertigo
I'm holding bodies
Shrouded over eyes
Singing upon the sun
Unknown to you
A smile that can kill
Staring at my heart
And bleeding images into words
Still not knowing who I am
But calling my name
She is laughing
Holding my hands
But dying
Showing me the spot she where she sleeps
Under a bending tree
Down in the deep
Again writing into the night
Lit candles fading
My epistle to my dear:
"Thou still lie upon the sea
Earning favor from God
He who is fallible
Is shunned away from thy grace
But thou rose to me
Unfurling wings that eclipse the sun
And sent me to God by thy kiss
Where all my suffering may come to an end"

So, what do you think?

 

[changso]

I like it, very much...some very powerful imagery!

 

[Slynt]

Yes, that was actually good, except a few opethian things in there

 

[KielbasaSausage]

nice v-day poem

 

[genizah]

clichiés..

 

[ShadowLioness]

I must say that I liked it. Being a poet myself, I am generally pretty picky with the poetry I like. It has to grab me in some way...yours did .

 

[Ibsen]

Thats's definitely a good one. I haven't read one that good in a long time.

 

[GreatPhoenix]

yes, very good. *standing applause*