Roar of a Whisper ~ MORALITY PARK

Headlong through the morning mist
The masquerading shadows wait
To take, to turn, to twine and twist
Such simple sights that now conflate.

Conflict. Confound. Conjoin. Confuse
Until the salted garden blooms.
Rusted roses in rows of twos
Bedeck and bedazzle the jilted grooms.

In the solace and sanctity
Of tangos bruised and broken.
Caught within our vanity
And all the truths unspoken.

But what?
There’s more.
Headlong through revolving door.
Into the nevermore.

Ever more and never less
Searching for the golden fleece.
Each plodded step creates regress.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Release.

© Brandewulf 2018

via Roar of a Whisper ~ Brandewulf — MORALITY PARK

25 comments

      1. The Poeness was very vivid for me in the first stanza — I can’t explain exactly why, but it hit me like this, and then you said ‘nevermore’ and I thought ‘wow’!

        The last line was genius — such rhythm and urgency.

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