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Always April
by Coleman Demiurge
Hollowed out of hallowed ground,
A grave laced with a wreath of white,
Where spirits whisper all a round
A rapt cacophony into the night.
Renewals of misgivings branded on our backs,
Written with blood and etched in vain,
While the candle’s fire melts the wax
To the howling silence of summer rain.
It is always April in her eyes,
And forever winter within her soul;
Forever and always in disguise,
And never truly in control.
A cemetery dance in the moonlight
To a requiem written for the dawn;
One last chance to set things right
That will soon be lost and forever gone.
I take directions from the lost
And accept the truth from the mouth of a liar.
And here now, no matter what the cost,
She sells love and eviscerates desire.
A love song written with shards of glass
That glide along the softest skin.
And this, too, shall come to pass:
My only weakness; my sweetest sin.
Spring is over and the summer is spent;
It is now October in the autumn’s hue,
And soon winter will come with my consent
To embrace, with ice, my memories of you.
10/06/2008 Author's Note: Always April
Posted on 10/06/2008
Copyright © 2024 Coleman Demiurge
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Olivia Weinkein on 04/03/09 at 06:26 AM This is gorgeous & haunting. "And accept the truth from the mouth of a liar" . perfect. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/16/09 at 01:48 PM so much beauty to delve through this window, through these waters, such a melancholy view to take in or reel in with the eye, a melancholy which is never small, thus there is never a need to toss such back in the ocean, but its a keeper. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/27/10 at 04:26 PM Congrats on POTD! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/27/10 at 07:46 PM POTD - congratulations!
A tragic poignancy, pessimistic, profound resignation and sense of loss. Exquisitly written! |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/19/15 at 10:38 AM this opus registers as sweetly and melodic in the ear as it did the first time I heard it. |
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