Night's Humour Poem by Viola Grey

Night's Humour

Rating: 5.0


I hear your voice upon the wind,
so I enter the ebony castle
of nights cruel making,
awash with sky lights
guiding my steps.

Alas - lies have been whispered
on the breeze of cruel humour,
I find my feet burried
in cold tears of truth....
there never was you.

16/11/08

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Fay Slimm 23 November 2008

You have hit some key within this piece which resonates with pure poetic thinking on your chosen subject....a very good verse again Viola..... 10 from Fay..

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Saint Cynosure 16 November 2008

Viola, I really do like this poem...

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Estrella Baldemosa 16 November 2008

this poem touches...

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Kris Smith 16 November 2008

But there will be someone probably someone who reads this 10 Chris

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