Before abyss come the clock-tower.
The little boy by midnight asks—
her look, lost in the candlelight—
the nature of empty books lain dormant,
the moonless night above a bridge
when there is nothing left to lose—
in sedimentary smiles she sighs:
when there is nothing
there is love.
Haven’t read something so simple yet powerful in a long time. Sharp imagery; something about clocktowers and nighttime seems to click. Great work.
I’d like to link to your blog. I have a new writing blog at http://shelleddreams.wordpress.com/ Perhaps we could add each other to our blogrolls?
Great post, I’m looking forward to more.
Certainly! I’m always up for linking and networking between creatives. Thank you for the compliment on my work – and I look forward to reading more of your posts as well. I particularly enjoyed “Soul and the Arts.” Good end note there for us all.
nice to think of the moonless night as a bridge and when there’s nothing there is love…filling the emptiness..? it somehow has an empty feeling..your night in the poem..so the best conditions for love i guess..
When there is nothing,there is love. Love in the end is all there is!
Great closer at the end
As on that you can always depend
This is complex, yet beautiful and clear. Esp. like ‘sedimentary smiles,’ like something deposited gradually over years. The sense of time inn this is palpable..
nice ending… a sense of loneliness, but also peace flowed through this piece
there is always love….sometimes it may be hard to see but…it is there…great write chris…like the style of this one…
Ah, yes, there is always love.
the nature of empty books lain dormant,
This one line makes the poem for me.
Sometimes, we say a great deal more when we write a great deal less, this is one of those occasions.
This certainly has a gravity. Everything seems to be sinking, falling into the abyss even love which between a mother and child may be the last to fall. Thank you. Gay
Quite an emotive poem this is Chris
Too true – love always seems to win the day
This carries futility all over the place, until love reminds us that it’s there.
I like this so much, Chris. The images are wonderful, and the message so sweet and simple.
and of those that remain, the greatest is love… well done Chris.
a nice thought, we are often so lost, it’s safe to think of love as our pleasured companion.
What is not said here, is the story, it makes me want to know this story, beneath and above the loss, and love, I appreciate the childlike, almost the sense of the magical within the simplicity of images, that pushes against the adult eyes, and by doing so, actually highlights the adult world, the dark emotion; and so there is the contrast of the two main perspectives, simply and effortlessly weaved. I still want to know the story though, the unsaid.
When there is nothing, there is love…
I needed to hear those words right now, in a poem that is achingly beautiful to read.
Simply, touche.
Aaahh.. I think I just melted like a candle on reading this, Chris…
Your words glided so smoothly through my sense.. I could picture this all too clearly..
Really beautifully written…
From a void comes a fullness that just cannot be matched!
“in sedimentary smiles she sighs”
i love that line! great poem, Chris. thanks for sharing.
It is my hope that when there seems to be nothing left, all is darkness, there will still be love for us… somewhere.
People change & fall in and out of love all the time.
Love is the only emotion that never fails or dies.
Nice one Chris!
Here’s mine:
http://mypoetcharm.blogspot.com/2011/01/introduce-me-to-your-emotions.html
‘Before abyss come the clock-tower’…and life’s essence taken in slices rendered into nothingness but for love, which in this poem you’ve captured in exactness because of its brevity. As always, a powerful poem from you, Chris. thank you for sharing it!