Ode to Morpheus

Ode to Morpheus
By AJ Oโ€™Brien.

Upon the ancient shores
of a midnight Goliath,
beneath the sorrows
of a chosen few,
does sing
a bird of paradise.

And the many
they did look upon and weep,
for an endless army
of forgotten love.
So the song does sleep,
quietly, and for eternity. 

30 thoughts on “Ode to Morpheus”

  1. I always look forward to reading your latest. Your work is different from what I normally read. I feel sort of uneducated whenever I ponder your beautifully written, obviously well-thought-out lines. But there’s a distant shore magic that comes through, here. It’s like I’m facing a gray sea and wondering what’s on the other side and feeling a rush of unexplained excitement. Does that make any sense? Anyway, I really enjoy your poems.

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    1. Thank you very much for your
      wonderful comments, Andrew.
      What you say makes perfect sense.
      When I write Free verse poetry,
      I try to write so that the poem can
      be interpreted in any way the reader so
      wishes. From their perspective
      and not just mine. The poem is the
      groundwork for them to build upon.

      Once again, Thank you.
      Alan.

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  2. I know Goliath is a Hebrew boyโ€™s name that means โ€œexile.โ€ In that context, in reading your poem, I interpret Goliath as a place of mental exile many feel when love, for whatever reason, is no longer reciprocated. It is its own kind of hell.
    Wonderful writing, Alan. ๐Ÿ’•

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