Night after Gerry died


  • Allegory
    • errizy

    Night after Gerry died

    To the masses, I became
    stranded---And passed
    around the stage---
    like beer.
    Tonight, met I,
    one thousand sets of
    peering eyes--the
    stage became impassable!

    Then on we rode---
    into the heart of the beast--bucking, steering
    me northward, as wind
    found sails, my body quickened
    to the sound of drums
    And fire mixed.
    ----The night held dreams
    of long ago, the heads lulled
    And Rolled, decapitated to the floor,
    while I, beheld the
    moon--full in its moment,
    cushioned by graying clouds.

    MS copyright 8-10-11/95

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    melaquejudy commented on Night after Gerry died


    Wow! I am impreesed. Pretty deep, made me have to think, and I really like that in a poem!

    stellar commented on Night after Gerry died


    there is really no ending indeed..i am just like speechless reading this with mind filled with awe....u captured the wonderful real

    Cker commented on Night after Gerry died


    Wonderful wording. Good imagery that leaves your reader wanting more. There is no ending really. Good cadence.

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    litldeer commented on Night after Gerry died



    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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