Blue Serenade

From the unknown lands, a voice is heard:
  a song, as from a mourning bird,
  comes pure and blue across the lake
  and hovers for a single, crystal moment –

For grief that goes far past the way
  our syllables combine,
  and how the broken start of day
  is framed, and hung
  in hallways we


Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

One thought on “Blue Serenade”

  1. I really like the first stanza and its counterpoint in the feeling of grief and a broken day. I rather hope you will revisit this one and see if there is a way to build on that image..
    The second stanza drops me right up against the wall. Maybe that is what you intended?

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