Sunday, October 11, 2015

Night Echoes

~ Night Echoes ~
 
Beneath the barren moon
the night echoes with sacrifice
and not even the forest breeze
can coax forth the breath
she didn't realize she was holding
 
Footsteps only she can hear
relentless in her head
though his or hers, she isn't sure
she only knows the weight they bear
and the price of silence
 
Death by doubt - of heart or flesh,
the end result's the same
as it feeds on misconceptions;
a slow decline into wasted land
from which she cannot walk away
 
Beneath the barren moon
the sound of footprints fades
resolute, in their departure
and the collective sigh of dreams unrealized
filters out on the forest breeze.
 
© Dahlia Ramone: October 11, 2015
 
 
 
This was written for Blogophilia Week 34.8
Topic:  Night Echoes
 
Bonus Points:
(Hard, 2 pts):  Incorporate an Elmore Leonard quote (I didn't)
(Easy, 1 pt): Include the phrase "forest breeze"
 
 
 


25 comments:

  1. Wonderfully deep blue and sorrowful...love the way words find you and emote so effortlessly.

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    1. Thank you, C - sometimes I get lucky and they just come together ;)

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  2. If the question is, "How does one measure lament," the answer is this poem. There is sorrow on this wind.

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    1. "Sorrow on the wind" almost sounds like its own poem. Thanks, Mike ;)

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  3. Sigh...poignant and beautifully penned!

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    1. Thank you, Sharonlee. It's always nice to see you here :)

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  4. It starts small but becomes so large and powerful

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    1. Yeah, I had to be careful not to let it get away from me. Thanks ;)

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  5. Left to her own despair and not the strength to walk out on her own. Sad.

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    1. I couldn't imagine not having at least that amount of strength or willpower left. Sadly, though, some people don't.

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  6. Oh my! Sometimes there are no greater prisons than the ones that we ensconce ourselves in. Tragic and mournful piece, but still beautiful indeed. 6 points, Earthling!

    -- Marvin Martian

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    1. True. I know I'm guilty of being my own worst enemy.

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  7. Love love love this dark write! Well done, Dollface.

    Irene

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    1. I do enjoy occasionally writing dark - loll! Thanks, dollface :)

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  8. https://youtu.be/SqAh1dQu_pg

    Simply the best!

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    1. I've never heard that song before - it's perfect for this poem. Thanks :)

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    1. *Smiles* I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thanks, Barbara :)

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  10. Excellent..Beautiful in its entirety
    Stormy

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    1. Thank you for stopping by, Poppy. Glad you enjoyed it :)

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  12. So very dark, I felt the deep sadness of if. Some of it echoes within. Brilliantly penned, dollface!! ((huggs)) ....Leta

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    1. Yeah, it was a deep write. Sometimes it's good to go dark. Love you, dollface :) (((hugs back)))

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