The wind in the pine-tops blows bitterly
cold as the silver that can't pay a debt
cold as the heart that I thought was free
caught like a fish in a seven-stringed net.
Icicles hang in the orangery
frost-bitten fruits taste of bitter regret
frost bites the seed at the heart of me
caught like a fish in a seven-stringed net.
I'm drowning in oceans of memory
I'm weeping for love that I tried to forget
the lute-player's music entangles me
caught like a fish in a seven-stringed net.
If you like poetry, check out the weekly prompt site at Totally Optional Prompts
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Seven-Stringed Net
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
11 comments:
cold as the heart that I thought was free
very nicely written.
just wondering how free the heart is but how easily it ends up caught.
much enjoyed reading this, well done!
especially loved the the last line
caught like a fish in a seven-stringed net.
Bravo!
love it! very poignant
Music does tie directly to the heart. Nice work!
This is lovely! I love the use of the repeating line - it works very well. What a great companion piece to the prompt poem!
frost-bitten fruits taste of bitter regret
Indeed! Well put T!
D.
Very nice. I like the repetition and how you met the challenge of the prompt.
beautifully written, lovely imagery - and I know I'm repeating previous comments, but effective use of repitition
Love it! Very well crafted...
debt - regret - forget
free - me - me etc.
I just want more -more - more!
Love how the different layers of this poems, come together as one.
www.thequietone.net
Such an ear for music in this piece! I was caught in the net...
Post a Comment