An Illusion of Song – Poetry

An Illusion of Song

I am not a melody of the heart nor sweet
I am the rain that cascades down
a black umbrella at a funeral procession
A reminder that what is and what was
can no longer be

I am the whipping of wind
against an abandoned screen door
No cheerful voices resound
through these desolate walls
nor footsteps upon barren floors

I am the howling of a deranged mind
bound to self and room
My screams heard but misunderstood
You will not find any beautiful tones here
no timbre so fine
only the crashing of waves against a beaten shore

© 2011 Lori Carlson. All Rights Reserved.

11 thoughts on “An Illusion of Song – Poetry

  1. calensariel says:

    Your poem reminds me of one by Jame Kavanaugh’s where he was walking past a house where no one was home and there was a phone ringing. It quite got to me.

  2. OOh Lori, your dark tones are beautiful! I can see the umbrella making the raindrops both translucent and black. I’v never seen that before.

  3. DaisyWillows says:

    WOW! Love this but I don’t want to feel this. Love the black umbrella line. It captures the essence of this poem in one image for me. Truly one of your best. The dark side suits you 😀

  4. Soul Gifts says:

    That’s calling it as it is – life is not all sugar and spice and all things nice.

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