|
 Menu
|
|
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
|
Array
(
[sid] => 128334
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Dim Lake
[time] => 2006-11-16 23:34:51
[hometext] => ..an ode to the fleeting, happier times of childhood.. spent along the shores of Lake Bonne in Stow, Massachusetts
[bodytext] =>
I wish I was by that dim lake,
where sinful souls have taken many
their farewells of this world so vain
and halfway lie in Death's cold shadow;
..lest, there they die.
Far from this deceitful world
my home would be,
where come what may
of gloom and pain;
where hope should ne'er decieve again.
The lifeless sky and mournful sound
of unseen waters, filling 'round dry leaves
o're my head.. like dreams
that they should wean my soul
from life's deluding scenes
and turn each thought
and wish I bare,
like downward-willows
in the windless air,
to gentler and kinder realities.
B
[comments] => 9
[counter] => 352
[topic] => 75
[informant] => Man_On_High
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 16
[ratings] => 4
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => anguished
)
The Dim Lake
Contributed by
Man_On_High
on
Thursday, 16th November 2006 @ 11:34:51 PM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
|
I wish I was by that dim lake,
where sinful souls have taken many
their farewells of this world so vain
and halfway lie in Death's cold shadow;
..lest, there they die.
Far from this deceitful world
my home would be,
where come what may
of gloom and pain;
where hope should ne'er decieve again.
The lifeless sky and mournful sound
of unseen waters, filling 'round dry leaves
o're my head.. like dreams
that they should wean my soul
from life's deluding scenes
and turn each thought
and wish I bare,
like downward-willows
in the windless air,
to gentler and kinder realities.
B
Copyright ©
Man_On_High
... [
2006-11-16 23:34:51]
(Date/Time posted on
site)
Advertisments:
|
|
|
|
|
|
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
|
|
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry
Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any
comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please
contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title
etc.
|
|
|
Re: The Dim Lake
(User Rating: 1 )
by Butterflygirl40 on
Friday, 17th November 2006 @ 12:09:25 AM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
| Nice poem I like it |
|
|
Re: The Dim Lake
(User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on
Friday, 17th November 2006 @ 12:32:19 AM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
Awesome work as always, friend.
huggs, smiles,
emy |
|
|
Re: The Dim Lake
(User Rating: 1 )
by Rakerman1999 on
Friday, 17th November 2006 @ 06:36:58 AM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
" that they should wean my soul
from life's deluding scenes
and turn each thought
and wish I bare,
like downward-willows
in the windless air,
to gentler and kinder realities. "
Perfection
Barkeep!
Larry
|
|
|
Re: The Dim Lake
(User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on
Friday, 17th November 2006 @ 12:22:38 PM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
I loved the entire poem but I would say the last stanza is my favorite. Your work always captures such deep feeling my friend.
Michelle |
|
|
Re: The Dim Lake
(User Rating: 1 )
by Eternal_Dreamer on
Friday, 17th November 2006 @ 04:13:09 PM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
My what can I say?
What can outdo perfection?
Absolutely Nothing... You my dear fellow
poet and very dear friend are a true gift
to this poetic world.
Your work deserves so much praise
and recognition , but I'm afraid these
simple words of mine just don't give
your remarkable poem the credit it so
much deserves.
"that they should wean my soul
from life's deluding scenes
and turn each thought
and wish I bare,
like downward-willows
in the windless air,
to gentler and kinder realities".
I have but one word "Perfection"
Always a treasured experience
visiting your pages my dear friend. Think happy thoughts always my dearest POEt friend~
with love from your fellow poet/fan/friend,
sue m
|
|
|
Re: The Dim Lake
(User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on
Saturday, 18th November 2006 @ 09:19:21 PM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
Sweetheart ~
I am, understandably moved by this. The total and undeniable
grandeur of the piece. Babe, I want to explain just how and why
this touched me so, (and moved my being beyond any before),
but all my mind can postulate at the moment is a resounding
"wow!!"
The third stanza really spills, metaphorically, what some have
the rare skill to articulate. What a vision you have conjured!!
Exceptionally written, my love. But I feel it MOST necessary to
share that I would prefer to concentrate on the memories of
the future ... they are the ones that shall bring comfort and an
abundance of love and support. : )
all my love
forevermore~
~Breezy
XO♥ |
|
|
Re: The Dim Lake
(User Rating: 1 )
by Mangos on
Tuesday, 12th December 2006 @ 06:43:43 PM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
and wish I bare,
like downward-willows
in the windless air,"
wow!
straight down..huh?
this reflection is powerful-
it hits on truths buried in each of us
as we all must strive to be better
wonderful poem
you fan-
____
__ |
|
|
Re: The Dim Lake
(User Rating: 1 )
by Silent-No-More on
Wednesday, 27th December 2006 @ 01:43:41 AM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
My word! how profoundly impactful the italicization of two letters can be! Damn, Billy... had I of overlooked that, I would have overlooked much, I know.
Our dear Ms. Sexton (who knows much of Death, and of Massachusetts and her lakes) would, I suspect, take a long drag on her cigarette and a hearty swig from her glass while musing on this before saying anything specifically about it. As I imagine it, she'd say something terribly abbreviated then --- but... it would be enough. She could be blunt, direct and not at all delicate at times... but every word had meaning. Right about now... I wish I could say the same of myself.
Your Dim Lake is deep, poet... but it is not without its surface (no lake exists without a surface). It is, though, often a poet's inclination to be draw to its mysteries - oh, but one must remember to breathe every so often. May you always remember to do so in great, soul-filling gulps!
~Snem |
|
|
|
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
