Gloomstones Vol 3 part 6

Poetry is to express emotions with words,
If these words are as if stones, Which I’ll call Gloomstone,
Then I’d be piling them up like a rough wall around a graveyard,
Not keeping out, not keeping in, just a line,
A method to define what is within.


What causes a poet to write?
Sometimes, for me, it’s something that I read or see,
And the brains says, “hey wait I feel a poem from this.”
So explains this poem

Call me a Cynical Poet

Cynical?
I’ve been called worse times before,
But you see,
It is me,
But at times I can be more,
More morose,
Than in prose,
Doubting things is the poet,
Self, brothers
Or others,
Feels despite if you know it,
Cynical,
I have been worse times before.

G

The poem that Inspired the previous poem was
RSVP by InspiringOne

I've become a cynic.
How can a poet be a cynic?
How can a cynic be a poet?
How can one write about love
when one no longer believes?
How can one believe
when life slaps you
each time you try?
My verse has deserted me.
The words
refuse
my invitation
to dance.

~ ~ ~ reprinted here with permission of Author

Then at Mimi’s Kaleidoscope the Biki raised a challenge,
Which I responded to

Night Fills ( a Kyrielle )

I sit in still and the growing shadows,
Soundless and with calm I await the night,
And stare out there through the curtained windows,
Resolved to be without I fled from light.

The day ends play and then slowly fading,
Sitting I see the coming of the night,
Reality begins in dark shading,
Resolved to be without I fled from light.

Dark cloth holds the last visage of the day,
Drawn at dawn opens to fullness of night,
All of the light lovers have gone away.
Resolved to be without I fled from light.

The time is now of my waking to go,
From my hiding I slip away from sight,
To find the dark and darker that I know;
Resolved to be without I fled from light.

G
I’ve always liked the Kyrielle because of the repetitiveness of it,
In my case the last line is the same, for a Kyrielle I could have repeated just the last word,
But I liked the whole last line.

I took this step a bit farther in my musings when I wrote this next poem,
Which although stands alone well, It is just a moment in time,
A piece in the mosaic.

I Carry

In my hand,
Firmly gripped hands of white,
Hidden stand,
In shadow,
Red stained steel in open sight,
Doesn’t go,
It lingers,
Reminds of events just past,
I finger,
Danger’s hilt,
Pondering the evil just cast,
Living spilt,
I carry death in my hand.

G
Then I added a stanza to the front of I Carry,

Finding Steel.

The alleyway was not wide,
But from life,
It was a place that I’d hide,
My spirit and being cast,
Wasted soul,
Would this today be my last?
Intruder in my shadows,
Man and knife,
He’d lost all his tomorrows,
Cheek in a cool pool of red,
Laying cold,
Blade reveals where slowly bled,
Finding Steel.

G
Add I Carry here,
This gives a bit more to the story.

Then I developed the story a different way

Ending Steel / I Carry


City of pains and losing me,
Yet unfound,
Awaits change to set me free.

Ending steel she brought in hand,
For her pain,
Had grown more than she could stand,
Now times of demanding wills
Boils her brain,
With desperation that fills
All her soul and aching heart,
With a stain,
Her and life will now depart,
Ending steel plunging so deep,
Ending pain,
Ending all in death grim reap.
Ending steel.

Clatter down,
Wakes me sleeping dismal bound,
Off the ground.

In my hand,
Firmly gripped hands of white,
Hidden stand,
In shadow,
Red stained steel in open sight,
Doesn’t go,
It lingers,
Reminds of events just past,
I finger,
Danger’s hilt,
Pondering the evil just cast,
Living spilt,
I carry death in my hand.

G
Sometimes the poetry evolves in my head, flowing to the page.

If you think of someone whom might like these Gloomstones
Either forward them the email you have gotten, of give them my email address,
And when they request I will add them to my list.

If you tire of these Gloomstones Dark and dismal nature
Then write me and I will remove your name.
e-mail pgloom@hotmail.com

Although I don’t mind if you forward my work to others
Please do not post my material on public boards.
Thank you,
Professor Gloom