by: felix perry
thus morbid thoughts in musty rooms
dwell under sentence of father time
shadowed solemnly by thy past sorrows
sipped like the acrid taste of spoiled wine
whence the ebon ravens call the spirits
to breath frost o’er my last memory
aye the gargoyles sing my death dirge
hark to bear my own God’s inner misery
there on scribbled scraps of yellowed paper
held thy mortal soul’s tortured thought
lay dormant the beads of mother’s rosary
worn smooth from prayer’s forgot
mortality’s bees-wax flares and flickers
hallowed the full moon of life cycle turns
the hungry month of March cruelly approaches
sputtering out…the candle nay more burns
hugs
Kathy
I love the classic tone here. Bravo:) A masterpiece! Love and Hugs,
Sheila
I enjoyed reading it twice
your heart was truly in flight....
Such emotive expressions found deeply hidden!Love the picture that spewed these words on too!
"The Bards Final Church Service" is truly remarkable! As you continue looking forward...Even in the eerie walls of time...
Warmest of Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Passion Lady SHEExooo
love these taunting webs hidden in the corners of your pen Fee!!!
I Am A Lover Of These Types Of Poems As You Know
So....Down further we venture upon each stair step leading us with your wonderful verses into those darkled halls of "the bard's final church service"
Much Love & Inspirations
Vickie
Sounds like witches prayer....lol
Peace be with you
William
Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose
Edwin
Nice done Fee.
Georg
The flow sets the erie mood with well chosen wording.
Great thought in this one methinks.
Beware the Ides.........
Walt
good job
Carole~
Love,
Becca~
"...lay dormant the beads of mother's rosary
worn smooth from prayers forgot...." WOW Powerful! Heartbreaking!
Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
Ted
Just what I was feeling from this poem.
Very deeply written and the picture that inspired this poem is quite amazing!
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Sandie Angel :o)
Connie