Serenity- Another Chance

Serenity…..

Serenity, the calm before the storm

With her weighty breaths, Mother Nature sighs

In her exhales the ill-fated leaves conform,

with arcane auburns and rubric reds apprized.

 

The natural archetype of perfection

The impulse of God in painted portrait worlds,

Unions where sky and earth have connection

And tears of rain sink downward and unfurl.

 

Pen to paper traced, in outlines of outer space

In archipelagos of infinity

As those effaced, replaced without a trace,

the world again a state of virginity.

 

Newborn like divinity for the lost

Serenity placed when an angel accosts.

Do deaf ears suddenly believe the cause,

Or believe anything that they come across?

 

Serenity now, the lull before the waves

lightning and thunder that hits before the rains

The coma of dreams perceived before the grave

The lowest lows achieved before the gains.

 

A new world order, can we start over?

Nascent biology and epiphanies

Infancy like the birth of a boulder

Rolling over the moss so timidly—

 

caressing the dew over the midnight grass,

Embracing the sun for its midday brass

Accepting the moonlight as a plumed glass

consenting to moments as they too shall pass,

 

To understand, it all has a function

The boulder, a protection from the waves

The sun, its cover, a world in construction,

No time for charming minds to misbehave.

 

The world our slave to make, an undertaking

A reckoning, as God burns life with a kiss

A finger snap, entrapped in the ground breaking,

momentous moments that I would not miss.

 

Vagabond mind pleached in the grains of life,

Aimless direction searching for connection

My foot in the sand on the beach, no strife,

My ground held looking for answers, reflections,—

 

So that I may be capable of release

To exude my energy into this earth

my essence as the networks interstice,

a mouthpiece for existence from death to birth.

 

It’s calm before every storm, the wind blows,

The reeds express from a quavering mouth.

Serenity a blotch in a rebirth memo,

Its advance is still considered underground.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Paul Neglia

Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.
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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

5 thoughts on “Serenity- Another Chance

  • June 27, 2018 at 8:45 PM
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    And if there were no undulations of experience in life, our purpose here would be null. Always a calm before a storm, always a storm that eventually becomes calm: that is life, its purpose and teaching. Some wonderful phrasing and word-play as always Paul. Beautifully written and emoted. Kudos.

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    • June 30, 2018 at 7:53 AM
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      Thank you so much my friend. I am glad you enjoyed this.

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  • June 27, 2018 at 10:52 PM
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    Great phrasing with your unique style. I love this, Paul. The calm before the storm expressed in many ways, a time of serenity before a new life, a second chance to get it right. Great work indeed. Take care.

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    • June 30, 2018 at 7:54 AM
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      I believe in second chances Phyllis. Maybe if we get a second chance we can learn from our mistakes. Thank you so much for your kind words my friend.

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  • July 3, 2018 at 2:41 AM
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    Excellent work Paul! If only we all could get a second chance! Much enjoyed…

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