Shall we dance the dance of fools, or shall we instead step calmly through the night?

As sadness causes sadness,
Where shall we find reprieve?
Can you not dispel a ghost,
To set your heart to grieve?
A heart cannot be tied
To a melancholy soul.
It makes the heart beat darkly,
And darkly takes its toll.

Find the words, you have the words,
And set your worry free.
Who can tell what sweet sun,
Will smile on you and me.
And in its smiling grace,
Shall we not inspire healing.
And in your constant fray,
Can you show an ounce of feeling.

Your words convey a dream,
A dream that augurs well.
What a tender soul you are,
In your gentle sullen hell.
And what a strange fate it is
That causes your soul to write,
Such beautiful, beautiful words;
That signal not your plight.

I’m sorry Drew.

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  • Morgana on Mar 2, 2009

    Beautiful work, as always.

  • hfj on Mar 2, 2009

    Beautiful poem dedicated to such a lost soul. Your words and structure were excellent, and the meaning of the poem was conveyed in a caring and concerned manner that only you could pull off. Well done friend.

  • Annie Hintsala on Mar 2, 2009

    Well, that was an interesting poem. I didn\’t see Drew in it till your last line, but I don\’t really know the man. Good writing.

  • Stickinthemud on Mar 2, 2009

    Haunting and meaningful, your words here attempt much. Good job. The meter needs a little more work, though.

  • AnnieG on Mar 2, 2009

    Very, very powerful. Beautifully done.

  • Adam Henry Sears on Mar 2, 2009

    Hi, Serenity, how are you?
    I like the struggling sense of trying to define darkness and light here. My hope is that you or this Drew person have not lost yourselves between those lines. I know firsthand how difficult that can be. I’ve fallen into some dark wells of my own. At least there is reason to seek the light on those occasions.

    As for the content itself: I noticed that in the last two lines of your first stanza, because you liked the word darkly, you repeated it where a noun should be. Darkly is an adverb, don’t forget, so, even though you like the word, you’ll have to submit a noun to function with the verb that acts with it: darkly can’t take a toll, but darkness can, as can depression or sorrow. If however, you are saying that melancholy–darkly–takes a toll, you might need to make it a little more obvious.

    Also, you have capital letters at the first of every line, even when the previous line is not a complete sentence, or ends with a comma. You should remember that, especially in poetry, English grammar is not subject to poetic license. The practice of capitalizing the beginning of every line was a habit that 19th century poets adopted after some publishers claimed that’s how it should be. Yet, after the passing of the Victorian Age, such habits were doffed by early 20th century poets, in favour of clearer language.

    One last thing,… instead of ‘auger’, the word you’re looking for is ‘augur’.

    Thanks for sharing and have a good day.

  • S A JOHNSON on Mar 2, 2009

    This a very beautiful piece. Thank you for sharing it will us.

  • Vikram Chhabra on Mar 2, 2009

    Wow. Left me speechless…

  • Cassandra Antares on Mar 2, 2009

    Beautiful

  • Serenity Jones on Mar 2, 2009

    Auger – augur: Mesa submit fix.

    Darkly: “And darkly takes its toll” has two meaning for the writer. That the price for such sadness is high, and that darkly as a thing, that thing being evil or the devil, if you like, similarly demands a due.

    I also like to use a word twice sometimes, where it fits, as a mechanism to aid flow.

    This is my favorite passage in this poem.

    I like the form whereby the first letter of every line is capitalised, it is the way I was taught.

    I disagree with your conception of what poetic license is.

    Thank you for taking the considerable time you took in reviewing this piece. I take it as a great compliment.

    Your friend,

    Serenity.

  • Drew Diligence on Mar 2, 2009

    You must be something to know in real life Serenity.

    I am extremely envious of those who know you well.

    I wonder if their hearts beat in awe of you, as mine does.
    .
    .
    .
    .
    .
    .
    How could they not?

  • Monkeywithagun on Mar 2, 2009

    Step calmly through the night. Hand in hand.
    I am in awe of you both.

  • Monkeywithagun on Mar 2, 2009

    Please.

  • IMNOTBUYINGIT on Mar 2, 2009

    My name say’s it all,you should try to use true feelings instead of what you think will bring the most praise! It was ok at best.sorry

  • Monkeywithagun on Mar 2, 2009

    Please delete my earlier submissions,
    I realise what a magnificent tour-de-force this is.
    I feel that weight, too; a sense of reconciliation here between two halves. A need for one to complete the other.

    I’m sorry you.

    Brilliant.

  • Monkeywithagun on Mar 2, 2009

    I love that ’sadness’ ‘words’ and ‘dream’ were repeated in each stanza.
    Again, brilliant. Don’t listen to the herd.

  • Serenity Jones on Mar 2, 2009

    Monkeywithagun.

    Your words are too kind.

    I am happy my prose touched you. It’s every artists dream.

    your friend,

    Serenity.

  • Tammy Wyrick on Mar 3, 2009

    Serenity,
    This poem is great and yes I am at awe. Please tell me the details of where you have learn to write. I have been trying to contact this person you write about. Why doesn’t he want to talk to me and only tells me to talk to you and Karelee? Your poem has brought my clues to my eye, but yet he still stays a mystery to me. Please write back to me.

  • spiritwalker on Mar 5, 2009

    You are very gifted and I admire you so. Thank you for this beautiful peice. We love Drew, dont we? Hey! write more dark stuff…I like it through your lines.

  • postpunkpixie on Mar 6, 2009

    This one seemed to have passed me by… beautiful as always. You can do things with words noone else can. :)

  • STEVE666 on Mar 9, 2009

    Absolutely brilliant!

  • Darla Smith on Mar 10, 2009

    This is a beautifully written poem!

  • kate smedley on Mar 15, 2009

    Beautiful again, you are an extremely talented poet

  • Bullwinkle Muse on Mar 30, 2009

    ‘Darkly’ takes its toll indeed – and his name is apparently Sears.
    I actually interpreted that line to read: (it -the melancholy soul) darkly takes its toll, and was in no way distracted by your usage of the word there. The poem quite nicely speaks for itself, irrespective of capitalization or definitions of poetic license.
    It’s a beautiful piece, with clever devices. My kind of poetry.

  • QuinMonty86 on Mar 30, 2009

    Wow. This is the kind of poetry I aspire to write. So beautiful and full of meaning.

  • C. S. Robins on Apr 7, 2009

    Very hopeful; I like the rhythym of these lines

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