Discord

by Sylvia   Oct 4, 2010


Through streets of Winter spirits roam
afore that moment your past lovers sing.
Surrounded by shadows of wanting, trees hurt.
Beneath the surface of time leaves pursue
a journey under a cloudless sky of tears.

Just before a thought of the dance trees seek,
women weep in that instant.
On a bed of wanting poets ramble,
along boulevards of harmony they mourn,
and in the dying of a soul, young lovers wander.

Among the spectre of summer, the aged whisper.
On the frigid summit of ourselves, they grieve.
Antiquated, they speak with an air of harmony,
while young ones search for the stillness of weeping.

Within the meaning of discord men echo
the thought of a soul as dreamers fade.
Waves escape the stillness of strife.
Midst the meaning of time, spirits evade.
In a air of disagreement dreamers hurt,
and old ones turn on the cold mountain of words.

Copyright © 2010 Sylvia All Rights Reserved

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  • 15 years ago

    by Sylvia

    I did listen to the music you suggested and it gave me chills as I listened and thought the poem. It was well worth my time. Thanks.

  • 15 years ago

    by Siglawoo

    An E-P-I-C melancholy !

    read this poem with the music in the link below, it made me cry !

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-EQ6eHeBrhM

  • 15 years ago

    by anand singh

    A well penned, and thoughtful piece, where every word of every stanza, came straight from a beautiful heart.
    You have a way of putting your feelings in words that grab your readers and pulls them in.
    Another beautiful and enjoyable piece.
    Paul...

  • 15 years ago

    by Sunshine

    Wow..Sylvia am out of words..
    this is what I call poetry..u have suuuuuch a soft soft style with words...u make bitterness beautiful for the eyes!
    I have loved every single expression..was perfectly worded..such a harmoney between ur words...
    and REally what a mind of a poet..u got...
    its treasure of words and imaginations ..

    u take me to a world of dreams Sylvia..am out of votes..but i wont forget to nominate this on Monday..
    am speechless..
    and this

    Midst the meaning of time, spirits evade.
    In a air of disagreement dreamers hurt,
    and old ones turn on the cold mountain of words.
    ^^such a perfect ending.........ur one of my fav poets..and u wil always remain!
    thank u for sharing this master piece..with us.

  • 15 years ago

    by Ronald Edwards

    Sylvia, a stunning pen … I see the inexperienced young,floundering the streets in sadness, wandering, looking weeping while the old ones hold still and maintain. Outstanding metaphors and symbolism as it pertains to realist and dreamers. Thanks for sharing

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