and I refused
I needed to manifest destiny
I was a seeker awaiting his message
the shadows know the secrets of the hawks eye
born to ravaged avenues in
a lust filled fort in Eden
lost in the hell of Revelations
where the breast of the law began
She lowered the timbre
of her voice
right to the edge of
the wind
she nurtured her prayers
over her art
she had so much hard earned
guilt to rescind
refusing to embrace
true freedom
though
lovely and rare
there is no sure footing
in the darkness of the forest
still so many questions
lost in the book of prayer
somewhere in in my journey
there is a door left ajar
an unexpected staircase
leading me to what I seek
listening for my message
in the darkness of the forest
in the dream of a flowers secret
in the stillness of broken raindrops
in the shattered book of Friday’s prayers
in the beautiful promise that was Eden
in the eye of the Hawk in the Bloodmoon
in the quiet miracle of loves embrace
yet, I refused to be born again
and I left ,
to listen to the edge of the wind
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Author:
WL (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 4th, 2017 15:00
- Comment from author about the poem: A painting and poem seeking what is hard to find
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments7
There simply aren't words to tell you how great your poem is. Kat said "awe inspiring" and that it should be in a book, and I most certainly agree! You are talented beyond my abilities to critique. Excellent poetry, Bill!
Thanks Christina that’s very nice !
Even though your painting is good, WL, the poem outshines it! And I just love the 'listen to the edge of the wind'! Great, great poem!!! (Was contemplating to give you 4 exclamation points, but did not want to overdo it)
Lol Fred yes definitely not worth four ... thanks for three though
What can I say that hasn't already been said here?
OUTSTANDING BILL! That's what I'll say of your painting and poem.
Thank you kindly AP
Incredible journey inside this poem.
Wonderful write WL and as Fred has said the 'to listen to the edge of the wind'is a wonderful line that speaks to me.
Standing still, "to listen to the edge of the wind".
Keep the eye open, to seek the answer in the darkness.
Hold the breath, to wait for the messages.
Get lost in this poem. The painting is attractive.
Sometimes in the search for a better place we learn that where we began was the better place. The "Edge of the Wind" is a strange place to begin and what you heard was a mere illusion, or should I say 'allusion,' one that was not what you were seeking. Along the way though a very descriptive journey. Terrific poetry. - Phil A.
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