Light the Dark Pond

LIGHT THE DARK POND fingertips caress still waters the moon obscured by clouds stars dim the sun rises glare binds our eyes blood boils in hellfire crows gather teardrops are shed speak to me of lies tell me not that with the night so too has your love died

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 7/23/2018 9:22:00 PM

I like the style of this; have no idea if it is a certain style or your own. But it is a great read.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 7/23/2018 9:19:00 PM

Ah! If you have not been to Dr. King's church in Atlanta, I must warn you when you go, you will hear his voice because they pipe it in. It made my hair stand on end, I was so glad to hear him again! Well done, Kevin!

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 7/23/2018 9:13:00 PM

"float through a limp lazy day" is such a great word picture! Your words are wonderful, and they gel well together.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 7/23/2018 9:10:00 PM

A beautiful missive for a wall flower, and we have all been there at one time or another. The feelings ooze out of this poem, Sil.