It's time to leave. The curtain's down,
the crowds have thrown their last bouquet
and midnight bells begin to sound.
The faint applause, the critic's frown:
a poor reception for this play.
It's time to leave. The curtain's down
on happy couple altar-bound
or tragic death beneath the sway
of midnight bells. Begin to sound
a sad retreat to safer ground.
At home, your feather pillows say
it's time to leave the curtains down
and sleep, and leave the clock unwound
and wake to greet a better day
when midnight bells begin to sound.
We searched for fame; it wasn't found.
Before these nightmare scenes replay,
it's time to leave. The curtain's down
and midnight bells begin to sound.
Collection available! Knocking from Inside
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
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8 comments:
Love the sonorous repetition of "midnight bells". So many connections with "For Whom the Bell Tolls" for me!
Beautiful poem!
lovely symmetry in these lines. :)
This is excellent. Your growth as a writer and poet shows in each beautiful image of the "midnight bells". The steady repetitive refrains, adds much to it's power and beauty. I just loved it! Your words fall as soft as early morning rain.
love-bd
I love the concept of "clocks unwound" and the way that you get three different and strong images out of "the curtain's down." This reads beautifully, thank you for sharing.
Lyrical...sounds like a ballad.
I love the image of falling curtains.
Very nice.
No nits~,:^)
RM
Very beautiful, Tiel.
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