Falling Asleep Reading Poe

by Koan   Sep 6, 2015


Reality,
like a newborn verb
that was just a moist upon
the shapeless lips of Crescent Moon,
slowly submerges into
the liquid metal of fading forms..
Time rots in infinity's pale embrace
and the motionless Crows
stitch my eyes close
with their memories of
Lenore..

Suddenly,
without a pause
I am passing through
the dead days of absorbed illusions
as they burring themselves
in the tangled textures of free verses
at the rim of my heart's cup
that your lips have never touched..

And the drunken rain starts to cry
in the shape of lost dreams,
nocturnal angels whisper their sweet doom:
write dear poet, write! For this could be
your last time holding a pen..

Oh Sweet Beloved!
if you stumble upon my grave
do not weep
for my soul is perfumed with peace.
But shed a tear
for all the verses I could not give...

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  • 3 weeks ago

    by Mark

    Koan I'm lost for words as I adore Poe. Thankyou for this piece.

  • 4 weeks ago

    by mossgirl19

    I love Poe and this is amazing! What a splendid write. Added to faves right away.

  • 1 year ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    I voted on this poem weeks ago . I am just now getting around to commenting . I can't read it without his 13 year old cuz coming to mind, but this is very skillfully written in sort of a dark romance.

  • 2 years ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Hello Koan,

    I hope you are well.

    The standard of this piece is well, exceptional to my eyes and to the others that have commented.

    The afflicted Poe who never quite realised his dream is evident here in the language that paints a woeful, yet sweet canvas.

    If I may suggest this idea for this verse:

    Suddenly,
    without a pause
    I am passing through
    the dead days of absorbed illusions
    as they
    ^
    Remove these two words, and add a comma after illusions.

    in the tangled textures of free verses
    at the rim of my heart's cup
    that your lips have never touched..
    ^
    Try this for the last line: That you lips have never...
    touched.
    ^
    The word, 'touched' is so graphic and emotive that leaving it at the end and on its own adds emphasis.

    Your first verse has a lovely format, centered and balanced. You may want to play with the format of the rest to create a pleasing visual image.

    Koan, these are only ideas, you may have a reason for the wording and format and if so I apologse. Each of us have our own ideas about content and structure and my work is something I am always tweaking and perhaps when I should leave well alone.

    In summary: Beautiful imagery and language. You have captured the essence of Poe the person and his writing style in my eyes anyway. My suggestions are just that suggestions on a piece of already lovely work.

    Take care,

    Michael

  • 2 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    This is beyond beautiful ........... it's deep, elegant and just wow!

    • 2 years ago

      by Koan

      Thank you so much for stopping by at my poem
      and read it.... Your praise means much to me!!!

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