He knew he would never suffer from the madness they perceive...It’s easy to look the other way when you’re blinded by what you see...while crawling, with eyes wide open, through a world of make believe...
A poem by Harlon Rivers
What is the song that the moon sings?
In
the silence of the night
Is
it the sound of a heart breaking?
Or the mournful moanings
from a disregarded shadow,
standing down on bended knees,
Alone...
Alone...
No
one ever thought they would hear
a
shadow screaming
at the moonlit night!
No
one gave it a second thought...
Never bothered to ponder
the
unknown reasons for the thoughts.
He
knew he would never suffer
from
the madness they perceive
It’s
easy to look the other way
when
you’re blinded by what you see
while
crawling, eyes barely open,
through a world of make believe.
I
don’t disrespect honest disbelief,
when
the flame burns brilliantly high.
Awakening revelations
rise like heat
An
impossible unseen illusion
for
those who block
their own light
Just
a dormant inconvenience
waiting
for the whole thing to blow apart
A subtle unnoticed interruption
Immerging
from the vanishing shadows
A free
spirited soul life filled with love...
Perpetuating
blood out of a stone
© 2012 Harlon Rivers
3 comments:
Harlon, you have and do amaze me with your writings...you have such a wonderful talent...I believe, anyone that reads your writings are and have and will be blessed...What a wonderful piece...love the photo...
In the silence of the night
Is it the sound of a heart breaking?
Or the mournful moanings
from a disregarded shadow
standing down on bended knees
Alone...
To me this stanza alone describes the photo perfectly...Well done my friend
Thanks so much for speaking up Squeaker...it honestly means a lot to know somebody out there is listening. I try to be honest and write about what I am feeling in the moment...It's great you have been reading along and I hope you'll keep doing that because I plan on it. It's not likely known but I am recovering from surgery on a severely torn rotator cuff and I am just beginning to relearn typing with more that my left hand for the past 5 & 1/2 months...of course I'm right handed...There is still a hard road ahead and some of my writing reflects that journey since in injury last March. Great to meet you Squeaker and please come back again...
I keep coming back.. I love you thoughts of the moment..
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