A Rhapsody for A Cloud, for a Friend and Golden Sun Predator poetry by David L O’Nan

A Rhapsody for a Cloud, For a Friend

I know that tears can’t be erased
When staring at a blank photo
Memories are still playing within the fading
We want icicles that doesn’t melt in the desert
That drip vastly from forest branches
I remember a 5-year span
When I was all alone in my fears
Dreaming in dark mirrors,
I couldn’t recognize my own reflection
In that 5 years I knew you
When you were here
Although we didn’t draw together,
write together
You are a great person to talk to in life
In social media muck as well
On whatever Myspace was,
whatever facebook is
Wherever a lost cloud may go
We confessed, we discussed
The virals of sadness, madness,
or whatever the trips were
I confided to you in a PTSD window
From a night I was challenged
by the false in their own frightening shadows of self
To become the bullied
and the one who was advantageous to their call
And how it was unordinary for this to be
reversals of a common news story
I listened to your artistic energy in song,
I saw that same energy in your art
I appreciated you being an appearance at poetry readings
That I broke apart at
That you seemed to understand the Holy dances
we all try to sway to
Sometimes our feet become the monsters,
won’t let us move
The people we know, or thought we know
Even motherly,
have the sharpest bite
Lost like that cloud.
In space yet discovered
With eyes that recognize its artistic path
towards something not yet known
Unexplainable,
other galaxies will be able to decipher the purity
And understand the words, the art,
to appreciate a cloud of flower petals
With a soul. With a heart.
Whom has an Inner Light
What else, the darkness?
That is just the veil to hide the imagination.



Golden Sun Predator

There is a past
I don’t want to relive
I don’t want to feel erratic,
and pasted through walls anymore
I’m becoming an elastic dream to climb through
Reinvented my idea of God
While instilled with a mix of sexual desire
and possessive energy
I’m about as trustworthy as a red eyed snake
I live the fire and feel like leather
My eyes are dark,
and they lay behind wooden and splintered
Then the winding wind
Unusual scars form
Bitten stars
They were bitten by the night
Angry night,
living like a predator

Always hungry,
Always ready to eat
Eat away a new star,
making it dark and unwanted
Then the awakening
Lay in the arms of the golden sun
Cradling your head
like a newborn baby
You don’t think about the lifeless anymore
There is a snow cloud
made just for you
To make you feel wanted and adored
Just like the beauty of the snow
But like snow,
you can be dangerous
You can cause mayhem,
with your slick moves
And your cold intoxicating eyes
Make that Golden Sun want you again
In your heart still lived that predator
That muddy serpent.



 “Before the Bridges Fell” by me David L O’Nan Poetry book is out today on Cajun Mutt Press 

Available Now: Before I Turn Into Gold Inspired by Leonard Cohen Anthology by David L O’Nan & Contributors w/art by Geoffrey Wren

Bending Rivers: The Poetry & Stories of David L O’Nan out now! 

Fevers of the Mind founder bio: David L O’Nan (WolfPack Contributor) 

Poem “Those Trains in Carbondale” by David L O’Nan


4 Poems by David L O’Nan available today on Punk Noir Magazine. Follow the link








By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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