The temperature of the melody

So these songs burn in me
Slowly making holes
Smokeless, radiance aglow
The incense of our souls

She was dying
It was almost over
How can a life so big be so reduced?
They were lying!
Was no super nova
Ashamed, they made that lame excuse

These songs burn in me
and the images still linger
Pale open hands extended
And delicate, trembling fingers

Never will your accusations
carry me beyond dignity
I know the truth of my hearts elation
The best in life have given love to me

And I have lost a better clan
than you will ever know
You keep claiming it’ll be over soon
I’m waiting for you to go

For you, the pretence of a sainted end
Will be the light away
Some wave washed ship will carry you
To a place where the truth can play

And the burning songs will cool in me
To a whisper off the wind
Meeting every breath set free
I know I have not sinned

I watched the rising of the peace
Before she let it go
She let the questions and answers cease
No longer needing to know

Blessed forgiveness and kind hearted care
Were all that I could offer
When the final light deserts the air
I would wish she did not suffer

— Cloudthings, Nov 05, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Australia, regional Victoria, AUS

Favorite Poets: So many... Rumi, Spike Milligan, Keats. Many of the Neopoet clan, past & present. A myriad of song writers, Dylan, Jackson Browne, Lior, & I must add the poetic influence of painters, sculptors & creators across the world... Life really, especially the sky.

Critiques

poewriter58

16 years 7 months ago

Cloud

did you mean to use off the wind or should that be of the wind. Well done. Your title stopped me in my tracks . Excellent wording Chrys

Cloudthings

16 years 7 months ago

the image of the whisper slipping off the wind to an ear like a

Thanks Chrys, nice pic, you look most happy. Yes, I meant to use the word off not of, I knew it would make a few people uncomfortable, I was trying to evoke a more ethereal sense so the image of the whisper slipping off the wind to an ear like a soft whisp of mist in some subtle animation... I have no idea how that reaches readers though, I never do know quite how my weird head images translate to someone reading the sketches I try to make of them in word form. But thanks for reading & I am pleased you enjoyed. Cheers Anni~ "When we feel love and kindness toward others, it not only makes others feel loved and cared for, but it helps us also to develop inner happiness and peace". H.H. the Dalai Lama

ziggy

16 years 7 months ago

the tempeture of the melody

hi, o this is deep, firsty i luv the title you gave it ,great opening stanza it really gets the reader drawn in ,the next stanza flows so well and the third has great imagery as i see it then my fav line futher down reads " she let the questions and answers cease no longer needing to know " and in finishing another great line " when the final light deserts the air" great piece loved it all ,,,zigs ,

Cloudthings

16 years 7 months ago

each connection I make here is like another star in the lovely w

Hi Ziggy how nice to see you here, ah, I do miss this place, I feel I hardly got to know your work before life plotted to abscond with me, I am sad about that, your comments wherever I read them seem so generous & considered, I like your intent... & thank you for your lovely praise, it means a lot. As soon as I can I am going to find a way to have more regular Neo time. In the mean time, I do hope Neo is a joy for you, each connection I make here is like another star in the lovely writers sky in my soul, you sparkle beautifully there! Cheers Anni~ "When we feel love and kindness toward others, it not only makes others feel loved and cared for, but it helps us also to develop inner happiness and peace". H.H. the Dalai Lama

ziggy

16 years 7 months ago

cloudthings

hi there lol if my comment was nice yours reply was twice ,. i was delighted to see your submissson good one i am not long back on neo had alot of pc trouble ,,,,,,,,come back soon ,,,,,we are but ships that pass in the neo night ,,,,,,,,,,,,zigs

Nordic cloud

16 years 7 months ago

“Some wave washed ship

"Some wave washed ship will carry you To a place where the truth can play And the burning songs will cool in me To a whisper off the wind" Oh mesmeration in wave-washed wonders you sing without sound your rhythms of the sands and tides of life, its hesitations and its flow. This was a special nights dreamed reality. Anni. Love to you and glad to see/hear you! Love from Annushka.

Geezer

16 years 7 months ago

Cannot fathom...

The contrast of one playing martyr. I do see that you are writing as well as ever and possibly better. I have missed you. You have inspired me many times. Hope the otters and clan are doing well. Must be summer there by now! Wish we had ours back, or rather we had had one to wish back. But it is nice to think that Summer is not just gone away, or hibernating, but giving someone else on the other side of the world pleasure before moving on. The way of the world. Cycles of light and dark and the greys in between. Please do find the time to come here more often. ~ Gee

Worldwide Freeride

16 years 7 months ago

A deep delve in your soul Anni...

My Dear Anni... I love your new picture (again lol!) quite simply because I think it reflects this poem... I can see you with your eyes closed and you whispering this in to the microphone... slowly pitching it up to voice the darkness that surrounds you in the night of insomnia... this poem starts with a great subtle whisper that grabs your attension and gradually builds up into voiced crescendo which emphasises the martyrdom of this write. You have great rhythm and pace in this write and touches my heart in a strange smiling sombre way... saddness twinged with a smile. You have a good and unique way of expressing yourself Anni... never change that as I think it is your greatest strength... both in your writing and in your soul... for this is without a doubt a step into the realm of your deepest thoughts and spirit. And you entice us all in thoses memories. Hope you are well and are not suffering to many sleepless nights over in Australia, even if such events create such great writing like this. Dale :)

Esker

16 years 1 month ago

black is the ruin of the bruise

so my mother passed with cancer all the fear terror anger crept back into the deep when on an ordinary visit on a day like today she showed her hands where they looked for veins sharing with me the interesting results as she sung songs or read books her humour wry jokes how can i forget them how i ran far like an angry cloud settled under memory of sky i loved her but i could not save her a great poem Anni that slows and stirs great depths in me Esker~