A Manifestation of Contact
Upon a grey morn,
when even birds ran out of song,
the stillness a weight in progression,
as ominous brooding clouds did feel, and
the sun refuse to melt those clouds away;
as blue skies wept for space,
pushed out of place behind that dark apparel,
closed in as if no distance existed beyond the clouds,
heaven lost in peril.
And nature sighed beneath,
a sunless wordless speech that in its silence,
did relent of day’s refrain, as if to complain,
the burden of the day so bleak,
and life just held its breath, in anticipation
of what would happen next,
awaiting a God’s unlikely presence,
or the turbulent wrath of omnipotence,
to each mortal quake.
And as anticipation grew,
and bated breath did full ensue,
the silence became so deafening,
until at once the clouds did part with light,
a shard so bright to mis-beat hearts,
and fell to earth as if to start a life apart,
in vivid golden dream,
so stark it carved the land, or seemed,
and birds scattered in disarray of the meaning.
And from that space a ship did descend,
round with lights so vivid at its edge,
so silent as it hummed to fall to earth’s await,
and gently upon a field it lay,
the shard of light returned to cloud to say,
this space is sealed,
and arrived have we, to splendor hold this space,
and to know what race does abide here,
on this the blue planet earth.
All, distance kept,
in fear of what could not attest its form,
this foreign ship of no recognition,
landing upon our earth,
and so a few souls alighted, as humanoid,
and did survey the land in newness,
to understand the nature of a planet so green and blue,
and they were well pleased of what they knew in compliance,
of their sojourn made.
And so that ship in silent ascension,
did rise and was lost behind those dark clouds,
and as they disappeared those clouds did dissipate,
as blue skies did radiate rays upon the earth,
and colors bold found freedom in the light,
so sighs did relent, as chirping sounds were heard,
and life resumed in wake of visitation,
a silent wordless manifestation of contact.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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Very nicely penned, Tony. Oft times I wonder just how many times we have been visited by ones from other galaxies. This was a peaceful visit, thank goodness, even though it seemed rather scary in the beginning. Well done.
Thanks Phyllis, and interesting subject for classical type poetry. lol Glad you enjoyed it.
Your verse was in the classical vein, Tony, and I enjoyed the subject mater. There would be much fear and trepidation if people were expecting a visitation not knowing if it would be peaceful or a threat to Earth.
Glad you enjoyed it John, much appreciated.