Goddess Born
Goddess Born
At the ruins in austere light
This stormy night, you are born human;
A student of fractured pillars
In a palace full of killers
and a roof that shelters blight.
You, my child, must brook that simple talk
Walk that simple walk, then from the wild,
Your oculi will catch the glimmer,
Then your legs will start to quiver
Then you will be free to fly, a Hawk.
Your mind will be able and open,
Like water to oceans, you’ll find,
Confined in linings of silver,
And the reflections of the mirror
That to this world you were woven
Intermingled as what you are
A star, a burden, a kindle
By which you become the trigger,
Because you were meant for bigger,
chosen to bear these mortal scars.
And like a blooming rose that unfurls
Unto the world, its beauty exposed
But deep within, beneath the filter
Enthralled by hidden splendor
Drunk with inspiration is this girl…
A little girl, scarred and nervous
To hold these burdens, burdens in whirls
To purify every sinner
A renaissance for her tinder,
and she the match to light the furnace.
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Very interesting and well penned, Paul. I am intrigued with your phrasing and enjoyed reading this. Nice work indeed.
Thank you so much Phyllis. I enjoy messing with the cadence and rhyme scheme every once in a while. Im just glad it worked out ok.
Impeccable phrasing as always Paul and much to ponder. The human journey is filled with many enigmas and duality that in observance creates more questions than answers. Some profound thoughts here Paul, very much enjoyed and your craft is indeed singularly special my friend.
I do appreciate your kindness my friend, there are always questions and the journey for the answers is filled with intrigue and always interesting to embark on.
This dear Paul the kind of words that will flow unto my core dwelling there in my mysterious depth, then flowing again in each of my feeling and senses, this kind of poems that have such deep levels that not totaly can be expressed, but to be felt, You show sometimes such the very deep, aware and sensitive soul You are, I’ve read recently a poem linked to Yours here, what I’m amazed at that I edited a poem months ago a one I wrote from long time which is having a similar idea to what I’ve read, I still find that it needs more work, so I didn’t post it yet.
It’s a haunting beauty You create for us, I don’t know it was what You meant, but I feel a spirit of a Nun too.
A pleasure to read, thank You*
And a pleasure to hear what you thought, thank you so much for your kind words my dear friend. I glad you connected with this