WL Schuett

Solemn Revelations

The shade on the window 

kept the morning outside.

Garish , grey and miserable 

Christ looks down 

from the wooden crucifix 

on the wall .

Instead of rejoicing 

she shudders

from unending revelations .

 

A small gurgling creek 

wraps around fortitude.

Blue and purple wildflowers 

by the musical 

water in splays .

 

Traveling to the left of 

the fork 

till starlight hit the dirt.

 

Thorns of the Rose 

Violets without .

 

Intimacy with no submission 

strength to strength 

in a night 

without questions.

 

Her eyes had the look 

of a smile fading.

 

No respite 

part love ,

part war .

 

Beyond her realm, darkness.

 

A solemn stone castle 

burns midnight blue.

 

Comments2

  • Goldfinch60

    Wonderful words WL.

  • MendedFences27

    Wonderful words, indeed, and an inspiring remembrance. "Intimacy with no submission, strength to strength, in a night, without question." are powerful and elegant words. My favorite from your poem. I believe this to be a look back at a night of passion, somewhere far away. It may even have been in a different time, long ago. Just brilliant. - Phil A.



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