Sunday, June 26, 2005

In Appreciation of Edgar Allan Poe

In dark and silent reaches of the night

when embers of the day have burned to ash,

sad spirits rise.


Faint whispers of those times that long are gone

and echoes of the person I once was,

eidolon sighs.


Unbidden, ghostly vapors of the soul,

bleak memories that force hot tears to flow

from sapphire eyes.


Must I relive anew the distant past,

recall events I thought were buried deep,

and hurtful lies?


In melancholy solitude I sit

and wait for sullen shades to slowly fade

and softly die.




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shellys555 said...

Poe has always been one of my favorite writers. Very nice.

dkb11161970 said...

i can so identify with this, days gone by...and sometimes feeling a sense of loss for what could have been, what might have been...beautifully written, thanks for sharing, debra