In The Maddening Quiet

The silent awe beheld by all at their station showed no sign of easing
Appeasing their god would not be easy in view of their action
The darkening light held fast in the maddening quiet
.

A child gazed upon the still water
Remember, little boy
Remember this moment
This moment can be no more
Torn between the mistakes you have left to make
The flowing rivers all return to this silent, stagnant, lake
.

In the silence of the final night
In the death of that final flight
In the maddening quiet
I wait
.

Comments

[dennis robinson aka Audi maserati]

Your poem has a gothic feel to it, for me. Very visual almost like it's part of a narrative setting the scene for powerful events. I am willing to be wrong about this. As it is only my opinion. I am never sure about offering opinions about poetry. It is my first reaction to the poem and probably goes to places I have not dared to go yet. As in all of your work that i have read. The poem will stand reading again and again which for me means that there is a power in the work. I don't know if by inviting comment on your work you want litery critisism. I don't think I can do that but i can tell you how your poems make me feel. I think your work is too thought out to pick over. I like this poem and look forward to reading more.