These voices speak in black and white
Ink flowing like wine to the seas
And a chorus out of harmony with the river
So says the winding one, the beast of desire
With a whisper that rumbles through the hills
And shakes the city wall
Wings over a sky perpetually eclipsed
Lift words without meaning to exalted heavens
Where at the golden table an empty seat awaits
Tear down the monument to begin the ascension
Wail with the forsaken ones in a city built on lies
Machine gun fire is the way to rebuild
Once the skin is flayed and the inner crimes exposed
Daggers from the mouths of the broken
Can pierce the veil of reason and usher in an age of plenty
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What music have you been listening to lately? I’ve been on something of an old soul/blues kick—Janis Joplin and Etta James, among others.
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6 responses to “A Sky Eclipsed”
This is way cool:)
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Thank you! (:
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Great poem as always. I am amazed how you can always have such consistent and vivid imagery.
Good taste in music too! I was recently listening to Nina Simone and Sister Rosetta Tharpe. You’re probably familiar with both but I’ll highly recommend them anyway.
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Thanks so much! I know the names but I’m not sure I’ve really delved much into their music—I’ll have to start now! Thanks for the recommendations
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Ink Flowing like wine to the seas… OMG, that is amazing!
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Thank you (: glad you enjoyed it
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