A noose knocked on my door today.
It's knot hung loose as it made it's way
through the narrow halls of my lonely home.
It reclined upon a solitary couch,
not here, nor there;
but close enough to the glass pane,
behind which burned the flames of a furnace well-lit.
There, it sat, as silent as empty gallows,
where even the crows in their fearless dark
respect the dying shadows.
There, it sat.
Singing the saddest, most beautiful tune.
Every note deeper than the dark above,
gentler than the softest love,
sweeter than the red lips she used to kiss mine.
Mine; lips that know nothing.
Lips that knew, but now know nothing.
Such was it's spell that I froze to listen:
every rise and fall,
every thick and thin,
every kind of cold, depressing subtlety within.
Waves of blue; their ebb and flow to reddish hues.
Every kind of light fell dark and dead,
but in such rare beauty.
And then, I sat.
Salt upon sweetness - cold on ice.
By God, all I could do was cry.
So many years, my friend.
It's been so many years since I've heard your song,
your rhyme and your sweet entice.
My heart is gone and now I've nothing to hide.
I feared your call, old friend,
yet I say with a teary smile;
because what else can I do,
but smile and say:
JUDGES COMMENT: Maher doesn't write as often as other people but when he does his writing is full of emotions and this rawness that I think many of us can be pulled in by. His rhyming is always superb and his stories always well laid out. I believe this to be a powerful write and one that I will have to read over and over to get the true meaning instead of the interpretation I make.
Judging comment: The personification and subtle rhyme all throughout the poem, in a literary sense, was perfection to me as a reader. I've read this poem through about 15 times now, and my heart breaks a little bit more each time. I could feel my own heart sinking, hearing this sad but beautiful tune, and this entire piece just feels haunted by memories. What a beautifully written piece of work.