Long Pausing Nightfall

Something in piercing stillness,

its shrill voice fracturing light

sharing spaces quietude

mid-escape stark absolutes'

ever-present thenceforth...\

haunting dreams

upon long pausing nightfall,

wisps of darkly transcending

reminders constant 'tween breaths

shattering realities' reproach

buried deep within unresolved hearts,

dense air filled of shudders

no earthly sighs uttered,

merely kaleidoscopic tears

cascading obscure eyes

wailing 'pon tepid winds,

untoward thrashing of

ageless moon's mourning,

crucial silent echoes' boasting

otherworldly dimension's shadowed

speech sans heartbeat,

flailing after the fact 'neath

ghostly retribution's apologies,

kneeling in retaliatory ashes
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Vinson Avatar
December 6, 2016 at 8:42 AM
Fantastic title, and right away we're into the drum beat, into the crunching, inexorable force that chews us up and releases us, the better for having read.
White Avatar
December 6, 2016 at 2:02 AM
Paloma, I miss you, I hope you will be back soon :)
Bocsa Avatar
December 4, 2016 at 7:06 AM
Enjoyable, poetical ”haunting dreams” in ”kaleidoscopic tears”...Your eyes like the fountain of the night from which springs flow and cover the land. From mourning is coming the morning of hope.
Godwin Avatar
December 2, 2016 at 10:12 PM
You are a one of a kind poet (read that below) because as I've said before your vocabulary and phrases are intense, deep and intelligent, and there's the diff - intelligent. Each line is worth the effort because the pay off does indeed exist and is ultimately a human emotion laid out so raw it takes nerve to touch it. I could never write as you do, it is other-than in the best possible way. You haven't been around - I hope all is golden in your world! CayCay
Callus Avatar
December 2, 2016 at 3:44 PM
What can I say...if nights like these inspire this type of poetry, then I would be ready to put up with pain and suffering! ~ Regards // paul
Vinson Avatar
December 2, 2016 at 10:09 AM
7. A wealth of beauty here, fantastic phrases.
White Avatar
November 30, 2016 at 4:33 AM
My nights.... my nights.... nuff said.
Sathasivam Avatar
November 29, 2016 at 2:54 AM
Sad write and done nicely. Thanks for sharing it.
Bordner Avatar
November 26, 2016 at 6:46 PM
Living within Absolutes often makes a mind inflexible, increasing ignorance and suffering, along with hypocrisy, however, I have identified a few exceptions which make living by Absolutes truthful and noble Paloma, such as love. Your poem has challenged my mind...J.A.B.
Wolf Avatar
November 25, 2016 at 10:46 PM
You are one of a kind, Paloma. Absolutely love it.
Dietrich Avatar
November 25, 2016 at 10:03 AM
Paloma, your poetry has such imagery that always lends great atmosphere to it! Just like in this one!
Sands Avatar
November 25, 2016 at 9:22 AM
This is so very intensely sad. I can relate to it at the same time. Very well done.
Green Avatar
November 25, 2016 at 7:37 AM
When night falls and quiet blankets the world, the mind takes these moments to reflect on the past. Sometimes the scenes replayed are nice, sometimes they are more dark than the skies above. When sadness taps on your shoulder in the dark it is even worse because it is at these moments that are thoughts often turn to "why". This is sad to me Paloma, but so nicely written in your unique and amazing style.
Gupta Avatar
November 25, 2016 at 4:25 AM
'Kaleidoscopic tears' is a beautiful use ... so is 'unresolved hearts' ...the whole poem is written in a great style ...
Chircop Avatar
November 25, 2016 at 3:07 AM
Oh..James just written a poem about lacking sleep tonight..and now I read yours too.There must be something in the American Air tonight..Maybe too much turkey for thanksgiving : ).I rreally.wish sleep will come to you dear...I used to suffer insomnia in my teens(those days..mom just thought I was over-energetic those nights)..but in my case it was more.fear of i dnt know what.When I got married..I started sleeping regularly..on many nights..It just happened.Sometimes even changes in life help.
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