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Humble Rapture
Standing on this mountaintop, vision soaring, n'er to drop,
Riding winds that stir the coo of cherubs,
Underneath the dessication laden from winter's wrath,
On earthen beds between land and sky,
Transparent shells for eyes allied,
Through the mystery of this myriad,
Life, expanding,
Flowers bloom,
The silent footsteps leaving imprints indelible,
To rouse what's been left in the wake of the fray,
Another day,
Resonating rants and rages,
Still...between these glistening pages,
Touch this madness, welcome the raindrops,
That quench the thirst denied,
The traded taste of bittersweet,
For a fallacious and fanciful photo of realism,
Hold life in unfettered arms of love in such exquisite grace,
So that misguided souls fear not
The acquiescence of humility's embrace.
5:19 PM 4/18/2013 ©
Comment on 'Humble Rupture'
Night Light,
Your usage of expressions like, 'traded taste of bittersweet; fanciful photo of realism' really make your poem so marvelous. The consolation for misguided souls in the second last line is stupendous. Great! You are not just a night light but 'A beacon of hope' for the troubled souls.
Ben
Ben, thank you so much. What
Ben, thank you so much. What a lovely compliment. It means a lot when those who have experience wth writing guide me towards what brings out goodness in my attempts to share. Blessings.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
This composition has
This composition has mental impact and appeal. It makes me say to myself, perhaps I should try to write something along these lines. Very compelling! Did I mention I like it?
Thanks CE. I never used to
Thanks CE. I never used to give much thought to the divine graces of humility...young and dumb has worn out for me I suppose! :-) Thanks for reading.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "