A green and civil light

[qimissung]

Listening to the night wind rustling among the trees
I glimpse you running through the torrid forest
Covered in the lacy shadows, your white thighs
Glimmering like white moths fluttering

I peer intently, futilely, into the dark, down the
Empty midnight road stretching long into the lonely night
I stare into the wilderness that runs like encroaching waters
Into my feet, into my dreams, an illusory green and civil light

I kneel then, digging feverishly for something
Something I had lost or maybe it was never mine
Will it always be wild with an aroma more than taste
An elusive taste of something unaccountable and rare?

I see a glimmer, a glimpse of something in the dark, in the earth
Is that it? Is that it? A glitter of something appears and then eludes
A shard of light, of something white, pricks, draws blood and tears
And then is gone, but something drives me on and still I dig
And I feel again the night wind, a blessing on my fevered skin

[PrinceMyshkin]

How deftly you build up the suspense and then release it, unexpectedly with this lovely last line:


And I feel again the night wind, a blessing on my fevered skin

[acdouglas92]

Wow! Fancy finding one of your poems here....I really enjoyed the imagery in this one! It's really quite amazing how you can so easily paint pictures in my mind. And I think I owe you a poem, no?

Upon Reflection of Past Events and All Possibilities

The world is cold now
Devastated by inequity
Tarnished by the impending
of the inevitable.
Lost is the conception of a future,
Gone is any reverence
for a past.

A man muses by the window, contemplating
his accursed existence.
The chill of the night
curdles his thoughts,
disrupts his soliloquy.
No one wants it.
No one ever wanted it.

Death awards no one,
yet eternal joy is to be found after death?
What folly! the man laments,
as his plight descends beyond
despair.

A bell tolls, unheard.
Ring, it does, for this World.

Cold

Dead

Done.

Passivity escapes no one,
and so tortures this man.
A cry again, this time
Bitter.

Yet still colder grows this world.
Shakespeare turns in his grave.
No one is the sun.
No one is found.
No.
More.
Sun.

Life lies beyond the starry gates:
Beyond sanity,
reason and truth,
deception and treachery.
The man dares to reach for it.
He pauses, considers,
and resumes his tirade.
In doing so he chooses his
oft-cursed despair.

The Earth is weeping now,
frozen still.
No warmth can save her.
They are finished.
Ad infinitum is but a whimper
to the gods of Fate.

The man sees it, the desolate landscape.
One thing remains.
The shadow of the past
Reaching farther, searching further,
he finds…

Solace
Words unspoken
Deeds undone
Inequities unparalleled,
Equilibriums unbalanced

He sighs.
Walks into established
territory, devoid of sanity.
Steps further, breathes...

And is
Terminated.

He leaves,
knowing that he left the world exactly when he wanted to.

[Pendragon]

Empty midnight road stretching long into the lonely night

Great imagery! Can almost feel that loneliness! :thumbs_up

[qimissung]

Thank you Prince, ac, Pendragon.

[qimissung]

Hey ac, I like your poem. I like these words "tarnished by the impending of the inevitable." You use the word soliloquy, and actually, this is a good one. I can just hear Hamlet musing on the stage with this poem.

[firefangled]

I like the description and the mystery of this, Qimissung.

[acdouglas92]

Qimissung, thank you so much! I really do like your poem as well. But thank you, you really do inspire me to write more. Hopefully I'll be seeing more from you soon?

[Virgil]

It is a fascinating poem Qimi. I was drawn in and it projects a situation of unresolved complexity. That phrase, "an illusory green and civil light" is outstanding and really is the heart of the poem. The poem is extremely deep. There is only one phrase for me that rings off for me and unfortunately it's the very last one, "a blessing on my fevered skin." Fevered skin seems a little too melodramatic, no? But otherwise an fine poem. I didn't mention the rhythm. I think the pacing of the sentences and line length really makes this move.

[Buh4Bee]

Nice poem ac, I am not sure if I am relating to it correctly, but it reminded me of the struggle some people go through in life and try to find some solace in Heaven, religion, or even God. But the doubt makes it so hard to believe, so we end up insane.

Anyway, that poem was very good.