The Final Reign

found her here


Midnight comes a young heart thrums

A night unlike seen ages past

The moon is gone and dark is strong

Yet whispers vow to witness last


The icy breeze it wants to freeze

And blow the stars across the sky

Churning ground crawls as a hound

Mad from lack and soon to die


It sings the doom within her womb

The dawn of terror comes full term

And bearing down her scream the sound

That settles deep in man and worm


The very air before so fair

Now blinds with sable tears of pain

And it is born all hope is shorn

And thus begins the final reign




Thanks for reading, off to write!

Cheers,

Casey

Comments

  1. Unknown2/8/11 21:58

    You amaze and astound me.

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  2. Anonymous4/8/11 08:34

    Wow. I read it three time and saw three different images in my head. I want to know who/what is giving birth here.
    Loved it, thanks for the chills.
    Kris (Letmepeeinpeace)

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  3. Bhargavi4/8/11 10:56

    beautiful.. it sounded awesome when i read it out loud.Wish i could write poetry..

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  4. Casey Freeland4/8/11 12:20

    Thanks Kris very much. The darker stuff is really where my writing passion sits.

    That's awesome Bhargavi...  I mean, that you read it out loud.  Thank you.

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  5. ♥ Braja11/8/11 05:52

    Dang, that was good :) Nice to see you again Casey :)

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  6. Joanna Jenkins11/8/11 21:57

    Nice, nice job, Casey.

    The photo caught my interest but the words gave me goosebumps.


    Cheers, jj

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  7. Casey Freeland11/8/11 22:10

    Thank you Braja. Nice to see/read you as well.

    Thanks Joanna. I wrote the poem first and then went searching for the picture. It took a long time, but the second I saw it I knew it was the one. It just fit.

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  8. ♥ Braja17/8/11 07:22

    I came back and read it again; I was thinking about it this morning, the form you used was good; I like things with that kind of rhythm...your 1&3, 2&4 thing...loved it...

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  9. Casey Freeland17/8/11 07:40

    You're neat. :) Thanks Braja. One of my joys of writing poetry is discovering that rhythm in the first lines and then making it flow through the rest of the piece. It doesn't always go, but I'm glad to hear that this one did. You rock.

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  10. Lynda Lehmann19/8/11 14:37

    Well done, Casey, with good effect. The dark words go well with the image and I can conjure a few possible meanings for this poem.

    It could refer to childbirth, to pining after a lost love, or to unrequited love. Or to a political meaning. The ambiguity works well and the words are searing.

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  11. Casey Freeland19/8/11 17:20

    Thanks Lynda very much. I appreciate your thoughts. Most of my poems (this one included) find their meaning after they have been written. I can tell you that it is definitely not political.

    Casey

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