Thread: Along the Midnight Trail

Just another day gone...
a stone skipped,
a ladle dipped:
departed

Up to the ways forlorn
in a path I would nary take,
if it were not to find what lay
beyond.

No divergent roads to take,
but straight in,
and straight out.

Into ash
into life
for in twilight and midnight there is no death:
no, only an illusion of a defintion;
of a word.
For one had said once long ago
ashen ash brings to light of life.

and brings to why here I tread...
for I know greater lights lie ahead
in a un-diaphonous lining beyond; where city
lights are grayed from the site.

For this lone reason,
up this trail I went
with only a whisper.

follow me, salvation.

and this, sometime beyond
this ashen broken road in the midnight trail,
I shall find a new day.

A day,
where a stone shall skip
and a ladle will dip...
a day in Gloria beyond.

Halleujah!

i liked the pace of this poem . i dont know if i can explain this very well but i got the impression when i read this poem of there being somethng beyond this existence.

"Up to the ways forlorn
in a path I would nary take,
if it were not to find what lay
beyond"

I read it and i felt like there was always this path and then there was always this other path that is beyond human experience. It made it feel as if you have opened my head into a slightly alternated angle... another box to explore.

"and brings to why here I tread...
for I know greater lights lie ahead
in a un-diaphonous lining beyond; where city
lights are grayed from the site."

This also made me feel the 'something-more-than-this' vibe, and i liked the city and the light image.

Thank you for writing, i liked reading your poem

p.s sorry if my reply is random or unhelpful.. i just really liked your poem .

I agree with Rakella, this poem brings to mind something that is "beyond." something new and fresh after another day. It brings to mind that even in the darkest time that are the most depressing and most deathly, there is life. And everything beyond it will bring a "light" that is greater than any light.

For one had said once long ago
ashen ash brings to light of life.

this concludes what I said above, that even with something is dead like ash, it can still bring life to everything. I really like the language and imagry in this, and I hope you continue to write.

Thank you rakella and charolsxd for your comments.

This is a beautiful poem that really provokes feelings... it tells a story. Bravo.

Originally Posted by catbehaviors

This is a beautiful poem that really provokes feelings... it tells a story. Bravo.

thanks you

I like this look at life beyond the midnight trail

A couple of things

[QUOTENo diverge roads to take,][/QUOTE]

diverge is a verb, the adjective is divergent

this ashen broke road in the midnight trail,

should be broken road.

Enjoyed, thanks.

Originally Posted by shadows

I like this look at life beyond the midnight trail

A couple of things diverge is a verb, the adjective is divergent



should be broken road.

[QUOTENo diverge roads to take, Enjoyed, thanks.

Thank you, I knew something was wrong with them. I also changed lattle to ladle, misspelling fail and such.