Frederic Parker Poet Free verse

The Calling Winds of Reflections

On the farthest hill in my mind,
a bell rings.
It rings for each tear that has fallen for tomorrows,
drenching lost faces of so many yesterdays.
Flooding the tombstone of my heart,
etched with the fading names of sorrow,
buried and aged by time and its slow passing.

This world where love is a ghost,
that haunts every cold lonely night,
where bewilderment is a single beam of light,
piercing the darkened stage,
as shadows act out a confused play,
fraught with cries and anguished hearts,
left abandoned and alone.

This heart naked, lays splayed across love's pyre
turning slowly into ashes with every shallow breath,
soon to drift away with the calling winds of reflection,
as the bell stills and will ring no more.

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DM Babbit November 21, 2016 at 1:09 PM The bell will ring as long as man is here for there will always be tears while we're here. Love your write.

Heidi Sands November 3, 2016 at 5:59 PM Very deep expression, put into words so well.

Daniel Turner November 3, 2016 at 4:25 PM Sounds like some very sad memories, Frederic. Very poetic but very sad.

CayCay Godwin November 3, 2016 at 4:24 PM OH MY GOSH is my poetry adrenaline on fire, just sparking everywhere. My breath is all a twitter. No words, Frederic - too awed. I am only capable of sharing that I just read poetry. MY GOSH FAV 7+++++++++ ... CayCay