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moonlight keeps dark at bay
pressing in
as night winds stir
mocking final breath of life
lost to the lightless realm
beyond the chill encircling me
no emotion here
save grief
failed digits of a graspless hand
on a broken stair
where ankle bent
and held oranges spilled
no voice came to the futile cry
those lips will not know again
sweet fruit
nor love…
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rob kistner © 2010
The last two words sum up the whole feeling if finality so well.
Love it – so dark and sad . Builds a good picture of feelings.Hope to catch up with mine this week
that was a griping tale ,,,,, no pun intended,
dark and sorrowful–
Joanny
Hi Rob – failed digits of a graspless hand is a powerful image. As is / are the spilled oranges.
This is my first visit here – you’re obviously an established poet?
“held oranges spilled” three little words that conjure up a thousand reasons. Lovely.
Ooo, you wrote a dark one, too. Gorgeous piece. Gorgeous imagery. I particularly like “held oranges spilled”. I can see them tragically tumbling down the steps.
Sometimes when I read something..this for instance, it feels as if it always existed..graspless..all power gone!
no fruit nor love…a beautiful finale! nicely done.
Nicely done! Such imagery portray with words dark and sorrowful.
So sad to die alone. Well done.
Very much liked the failed digits of a graspless hand and the image of the oranges spilling! That contains the whole.
A most poignant tale, Rob; I see missed occasions and escaped dreams in this.
Graspless left me breahtless….different on the darker side maybe maybe not…
I really love this. so many dark ones with this picture.
Wonderful…
There is, with “Grapless” a hand, a life, resigned to succumb to the natural forces present. Expected these things fall away, and what remains, grief, is also understood for what it is, an emotion. Very wise. I particularly like “lost to the lightless realm”. Very deep.