THEOLOGY OF LOVE AND LIGHT
Trespass again; disguise of night
Lift your shadows to hide the light
Night after day, ‘tis totally trite
Yet, I can’t look away.
Seems that other regions pass
Day is shattered like shivered glass
Monsters appear from a dark crevasse
Yet, I can’t look away.
Purgatory –– there’s its bluff
Paradise — in golden rough
Sacred hills — newly stuffed
I can’t look away.
Woolly fold and sculptured frieze
With honeyed middle interleaved
Replete with soul-thought in the weave
I can’t look away.
On hallowed hillock; a golden pillow
And near-to-by –– a burning willow
Waves of glory, seas that billow
I can’t look away.
Now the night is in full bloom
Hung up high –– a silvery moon
Heart-swell for loves who want to
spoon
–– I look away.
NOTE: What can I say about this poem except when Pauline told me my inspiration to write sky poems was a “brave” endeavor, I broadly interpreted that as a challenge and immediately snapped another sky photo and grabbed my poetry stylus.
8 comments:
So now you are both brave and playing with words in a delightful way! I've read it through twice and will come back again later - a good poem deserves multiple readings :)
Another beautiful poem. I've read it a couple of times to fully absorb your words. You and your poetry stylus do well together.
Pauline, when it comes to poetry, I fully trust your judgement, and why wouldn't I when I read the oh-so-lovely poetry that you regularly write? Thank you for sharing your reaction to this one with me.
Thank you, Joy, for sharing the faith you have in me and my stylus.
Lovely poem to read more than once or twice -- aloud.
This is powerful and evocative, Roberta, the whole poem animated by a very effective incantatory rhythm: just to be pedantic, trochaic tetrameter - with just the odd hiccup - with a pair of iambs as the fourth line each time! Good stuff.
Hi joared, thanks for stopping by and wouldn't you know -- I usually read this kind of thing aloud to see how it sounds, but this time I didn't. But I should have so I will do it right now. Might surprise me -- how 'it hears'.
Dick, the first bit of your comment -- I get, and I thank you so sincerely for it. The rest of it, I haven't the foggiest clue what your talking about but sounds good to me. Thank you, thank you, with a gracious curtsey.
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