Conceding.
An ink-toned ebony night captures
sound and hones from stillness quiet rapture.
Emerging the sparkle of gem-stars
lend diamond brightness to penetrate dark.
And surging toward me while I lie
powerless a God-shine reimburses my mind.
Consciously losing track of time day's
deepest laments fade as I fall up into space.
I taste nova's signs and while black's
velvet becomes holed shall digest the galaxy.
Doubt could not console me but love's
hold routs the unknown to pronounce proof.
One with the cosmos my stress ceases
for in conceding to destiny mourning recedes.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Fay, I have to agree with Martina. You've penned a masterpiece poem of a perfect night sky. ; )
Is this about the night sky or ones spiritual journey to ones 'heaven' ? Both so similarly intertwined in our imagination. Enjoyed reading and thinking it thru several times.
This. This is very nice.
Sometimes FAY ~ Conceding to Destiny ~ is the only answer to lifting our prevailing mood. However like you I find lying "al freso" and contemplating the developing Night Sky does lift the Spirits. Love your metaphor and the woodcut ~ classic ! Yours as always ~ BRIAN
Great work Fay
Sensing and surrendering to the vastness of the universe displayed in a night sky ... what could be more calming indeed. Tends to put our inconsequential problems in perspective. So well described in your poem, Fay!
Eloquent and descriptive write Fay.
Great write
I believe that this is about surrendering ourselves to destiny. Finally understanding that we should not fight life and its beauty. Awesome writing and imagenery as always Fay.
Beautiful write Fay. You do realise that those holes in the galaxy showing light through them are the holes in Heaven's floor.
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