Phantom Lovers
Where pallid wraiths gather in sylvan shade,
Their whisperings sound in the grey cloaked air,
As down fog walled paths to unsounding glade
They walk, hand in hand, with muted footfall there.
No shadows cross this dull and dampened land,
No daylight infuses the hidden sky.
No far distance beyond their chilled breath’s span
As you and I glide, silent, passing by
Long spent is the world of our secret tryst,
A time apart when we would wander
And so to find the place where we first kissed
Where wetted leaves in gentle measure
Drip and fogs of time enfold earth and sky,
In this veiled and hidden world, you and I.
Adapted from my poem 'Fog' (03/09/16)
Barry Stebbings
10/29/18
Categories:
unsounding, longing, loss,
Form: Sonnet
Music soothes, they say,
but have they played for the beasts and won?
Music's way is gay,
but pray, set aside your notes for a day.
There isn't time to play,
the clouds are rolling home.
The sun is deaf; you will not win
or slow its burning fate.
Don't leave me lonely,
the strings of my heart untouched,
the notes of my body unsounding.
There is a silent song,
the ear will never hear.
Come, let me sing it to you,
and leave your lyre here.
Categories:
unsounding, art, love, muse, music,
Form: Free verse
Bingo and Jack,the
playful dogs.
Not minding the
earthly bogs,
jump and joyfully
bite
each other at any
site.
Then Bingo
consciously fall
and the other call.
Jack took victory
"I have made history
by defeating you
and given you blue".
Soon an unsounding
whistle sound.
Their strength,they
again found.
Sooner or later Jack
lie
like one sleeping
with an open eye.
Then the first
climbed ontop.
The game came into
stop,
when the final
whistle sound like
trum'.
The fans hullaboloo
with drum.
The whistle was blew
by a referee_ghost
while the first,Bingo
boast
"I have won
you are now my
con".
They both chorus"we
are champions,
we are not self like
scorpions.
Then the two heads
departed
in a happy hearted.
Categories:
unsounding, absence
Form: Didactic