crypticbard

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Reluctance

The night has fallen around us
The wind it savagely blows;
A wicked mood is cast upon me,
One from which I cannot go.

Against the night, orbs on lamp posts loom,
Flickering forth a sickly yellow light;
A storm from deep within advances,
Still no hope for me to go.

Heavy leaded clouds drape the sky,
The paving just as dark below;
Such sight it fails to move me:
I cannot, will not go.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: A darkish offering to sink your poetic teeth into. Written in a quite traditional rather Brontean tone but still entertainingly haunting to the shadows of the psyche. Hope you enjoy.

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: West Moreton, AUS

Favorite Poets: There is nothing quite as boring as a life completely devoid of shadows.

Comments

Frederick Kesner

14 years 6 months ago

Thanks for

not giving in to reluctance! Your support and kind words are much appreciated. CB

loved

14 years 6 months ago

if i were to give a sexual

meaning
you would laugh
as you alaways do

reluctantly let it flow
and down the drain go
but go slow!

Frederick Kesner

14 years 6 months ago

Interesting approach!

However did you arrive at that LH? :-)

loved

14 years 6 months ago

U KNOW THAT WELL

Over the past many days
the messages did say

what lh now
such an interesting approach
does
upon ur mind encroach
if i'm wrong
man,
u must be really strong

Frederick Kesner

14 years 6 months ago

my memory

does not go far back to the early 90's when I wrote this first.
And if recollection serves it was more an existential angst that drove it.
If anyone desires to traverse the Freudian path on this, they are free to do so.
It won't change a thing. :-)) Or would it? LOL

loved

14 years 6 months ago

then i wouldn't know 1990

i write poems

on the spur of the moment

that's only my imagination

knowing u for a wee wee while
ur style
i thought so
u may not accept
if it isn't so
i'll delete it if u say so or perhaps let it go

Frederick Kesner

14 years 6 months ago

what's to delete?

There's always something quite interesting to discuss around here.
The more the tangent, oftentimes, the merrier. :-))

Eduardo Cruz

14 years 6 months ago

Reluctance

I read this twice, and I see a lot of ways to go perssay.
1- that it's fear that holds you there
2-you are a prisoner of love and it's slave
3-the bond between two people facing the world alone
please explain to me what it is here, because I am easily confused?
always Eddie

Frederick Kesner

14 years 6 months ago

Bravo Eduardo

All three are valid and and quite correct to the original intent of the poem. There comes a time when we must with poetic faith trust in the Reader within us. It is ever rare that this guide would steer us wrong. Should you be aware of the Brontean milieu, that will confirm your three interpretations immediately. Cheers, CB

Eduardo Cruz

14 years 6 months ago

Please!!

Just Eddie is fine.
thank you for the conformation of my train of thought!
Always Eddie

Frederick Kesner

14 years 6 months ago

Thanks Eddie

con mucho gusto....

Hooded Stranger

14 years 6 months ago

CB

CB,

very vivid imagery in this one (maybe a little short, I would have liked a longer piece on this subject)

I think Eddie has summed up the write extremely well in his comment and covered all the possible angles...leaving to simply say -

dark and powerful with frightening undertones.

Loved it!

Frederick Kesner

14 years 5 months ago

Quite right HS

each rereading of the poem makes one wonder if it is not long enough. Maybe one day it shall be given the foreseen extension/s. Plus there is that cumbersome gait of the first line of the second stanza.