All Eyes Focus On the Vanishing Sun


Old the tome, dust floating breeze

the rattle rushing through the trees

the faintest whisper that bit the lip

the eyes that blink, the hands that slip


The steps that quicken down the path

the brow that furrows in reddest wrath

the prayer that falls on deafened ears

the lie that binds us through the years


The plea that needles in the brain

the roads washed out by winter rain

an echo in the empty hills

the shadow cast on window sill


Same the way that lights the hall

the foaming mouth that shouts the call

the feet that rasp and drag the street

the claws that clutch the dripping meat


The tongues of flame that pierce the night

the teeth that gnash, the nails that bite

the wasted, beaten, broken breath

in jagged gasps it begs for death


What is past is past

What is done is done

All eyes focus

On the vanishing sun







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38 Responses to All Eyes Focus On the Vanishing Sun

  1. benmadigan says:

    but now we are at the turning of the year – the sun is no longer vanishing but starting to grow in strength once more. As we are.

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  2. you’re one of the few who can keep me reading with rhyme. your rhythm was perfect. also, the imagery was progressively fiercer. i love gripping pieces like this.

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  3. WoW! Not sure if i adore this or am frightened and confused. ~~dru~~

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  4. skat says:

    I liked the structure of the first and thirteenth lines–the way they begin gives them emphasis. It’s a bleak piece, to be sure, but it’s chock full of memorable images and has a distinctly haunting quality. I find it crosses over between a stark reality and a mythological space. Totally compelling and the rhyme is interesting because it gives it a classical tone. Bravo!

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  5. Monochrome nightmares says:

    An excellent piece of writing Oglach.

    The feet that rasp and drag the street
    The claws that clutch the dripping meat.

    The wasted, beaten, broken breath
    In jagged gasps it begs for death.

    The whole poem flows like liquid
    and has great intensity.
    Well done Sir.

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  6. inesephoto says:

    Another stunning poem. I hear a sound of bodhrán in it.

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  7. inesephoto says:

    Merry Christmas to you too, and the best wishes for 2017!

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  8. Fantastic! I shiver from both fear and thrill. I read your poem over and over and still can’t get enough. Powerful stuff!!

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  9. The rhyming, the imagery, both have produced here a very tangible image. As if, the rhythm is becoming faster and faster as it proceeds towards the finality. I loved the onomatopoeic effect.

    The sun vanishes because it knows that it will come up again next morning 🙂 Let’s welcome the new sun of the new year. Wish you a wonderful 2017… happy new year… 🙂

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  10. sheldonk2014 says:

    You my friend have threaded the needle
    Simply beautiful
    The Sheldon Perspective

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  11. In this time of in-between so many words echo with peculiar meaning and double as magic spells! I am loving your poetry… Mind the spider’s web!

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  12. I read it, and then I read it again, this time out loud and enjoying simply the sound of the syllables – it’s perfect! Both in its content (powerful, gripping, even chilling a bit) and its musicality (if that’s the right word for it, but I hope you know what I mean). A very impressive piece of art, like lightening in a dark night.

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  13. Just Me says:

    This was feral. I loved it. Word magic. 🙂

    I took a stab at a poem that a couple of the verses here remind me of. It’s called “Birds of Prey.” My poems are still slightly elementary, as I’ve not been trying that long.

    This was masterful.

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  14. emmylgant says:

    This is spectacular in its breadth.
    The images,the rhythm,
    the precision of it all…
    And the last four lines took my breath away with their power.
    Bravo poet!

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  15. fictionspawn says:

    Wow, this was good. Dark and deep. The end reminded me of a line on the My Dying Bride disk Like Gods of the Sun: “What have we done to kill the sun”. Great disk, by the way.

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  16. Wonderful stuff. You are very talented!

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