Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Feelings from the Crypt: Revisited...

(painting courtesy: Ruben Monakhov http://rubenm.spb.ru/)

I'm still with my caravan
Wishing you a bundle of joy
That clove sweet cigarrette
Left my lips rather coy
There the shipyard, ahoy!
And the crescent moon
Will be clouded soon
That ney flute playing in my mind
Have left the waves go blind
As they blindly roll over the steps...

Step by step
Tune by tune
I must perish
For these are the cruel flowers of April...
Spreading poison smell till May
While I paint my nails white
Let me sleep now
I shall wake up on Monday...

5 comments:

Shelly Marks said...

I like your writing style. It's very dark

Delphic Oracle said...

thanks Shelly...although i am not sure whether dark is good or bad...lol

Que said...

I like the poem you wrote.I write myself,it's unique

Delphic Oracle said...

thanks heaps...i wud love to read ur stuff too...

d said...

this is a nice blend of classic and inovative style of poetry....same with the dark yet mellow and hopeful mood ....refreshingly good!