As the flesh plumed

As the flesh plumed,
A pinkish tender,
The day blushed
Into crimson red
The eyes looked yonder

Lost in the resonant silence,
Ears didn't heed,
As hungry voices echoed
Like those forgotten church bells
Wind blew deep in the night

Silence stretched taut,
Words waiting to come out,

Discarded, like those pages,

Lying in the attic
Lips were sealed tight

Darkened days waited,

In corridors of time,

Where history reckons

Waited all this while....
Awaits till,

The elusive humanity dawns

8 visitors stopped by.:

Neeru said...

Pretty deep. How DO you come up with such thoughts? :O

Michelle Johnson said...

Your voice has dawned well in this poem, Winnie. Well done. Have a nice day.

Anonymous said...

Beautiful work:)Keep on penning such nice thoughts...

Anonymous said...

i second neeru :P

--xh-- said...

going philo, eh? nice take and nice one.. :)

RiverSoul said...

Beauty is what i found here today
Loved the lines.
All of them.

Winnie the poohi said...

Neeru.. michelle.. mithe.. vinay anoop and sid..

Thank you :) anoop not philo exactly.. just one of the moods

mayz said...

ahhh that was so deep!!! loved d uage of words n imagnation..

ps: awesome header