Arise..Arise...
Someone handed me
the mic
told me it was
easy just say what you might
so, here I am with
something to share
pull up a chair,
or sit on the doorsteps of my mind
ramblings of a
poet the neurotransmitters of the brain
I expose the door
and welcome you with open arms
feel the inner
humming, drumming of my heart..
the driving
beat, that brings me to my feet
listen with
receptive ears to what you hear
a story of a woman,
who held a vision, a dream
she stood on a
distant shore, of ancient times
ancestors from the
past , ghostly apparitions ask..
where is the rest
of you, where is the rest of you
what does this
modern world hold..a trickle of blood
puddle of tears, a
river of flowing sorrow and pain
where is justice,
where is love, where is peace..
walking towards
the message of seven generations of tomorrows
impacting her
spirit to sing a song, a message of love
drifting in
the midnight hour, when the world is asleep
revelations
of yesterday flashing brilliance from within
believing in the
truth of dreams and starlit nights
dancing free under
the glorious full moon
so much love to
give, until the stars softly fell
from the
heavens..she tried to catch the bright light
but, all she
grasped was stardust..sprinkles of hope
quickly filling her
lantern a beacon of faith..
a spiritual love
is unconditional love
free from the
constraints of human love
divine
intervention from some other realm
songs blowing in
the distant four winds..
gentle wail of a
guitar, striking chords of harmony
from the darkness,
a voice rich and velvety smooth
rocking her soul a
rolling lullaby
strumming her pain
away, with gentle fingers
calming her
fears, drying her tears..a new vision
dark pupils dilate
with possibility, for what was seen
the known and the
unknown chime together
woven fibers in
the tapestry of life, etched in the sky
above the throne
of grace, gateway to paradise
day of awakening
in a golden horizon
arise, arise to a
new light..beaming bright
a new beginning..
oh really nice...i would love to hear this one come through that mic you know....there is an alure to the past as it seems so much different than modernity....where is justice, where is love, where is peace..ah its an echo of many a heart....the strumming the pain away...like that...smiles.
ReplyDeleteHi Brian,
DeleteSo nice to have you as a guest..I always enjoy your company..so glad you enjoyed the open mic..this one just flowed so freely I might read it at my next open mic get together.
Lots of poetic elements in this. I discovered internal rhyme, pacing, repetition, "lists." Skillful write and it does beg to be spoken aloud.
ReplyDeleteVictoria,
DeleteThanks so much for the read and your kind reply.
I like the hope and promise at the end ~ Though the past may be full of pain, looking forward with faith and full of possibility is a new beginning ~
ReplyDeleteHi Grace,
DeleteThanks so much for the nice comment..this one seemed so fluid and right..thanks again.
Nice write, I like the hope in the end. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteayala, Nice to see you again..thanks so much for the comment..I think there is always hope for the world!
DeleteNever now what can come from the past and the future could be bright, hope sure keeps one going. Fine verse with your dverse showing.
ReplyDeletePat, Thanks for the drive by to my hive..always enjoy your replies.
DeleteThis is a practice for me every day, or else I may not make it through. Nice, truedessa.
ReplyDeletePamela
Thanks so much for for the comment. Nice to see you here again!
Deletethis has such fabulous music in it, i could hear it as if you were speaking it.
ReplyDeletethank you so much and I am glad you could hear it's voice..
DeleteRich and robust! Love the story. As always I love it.
ReplyDeleteJessica,
DeleteThanks so much for your comment and your support of my work.
I LOVE this! You covered it all, and the closing lines are perfect!
ReplyDeleteHi,
DeleteI am so glad that you loved this..it truly was a piece that just came from my heart..
love that moment of experiencing unconditional love...the emotions..the tenderness...the guitar..beautiful
ReplyDeleteClaudia,
DeleteThank you so much for the kind reply.
"where is justice, where is love, where is peace..."
ReplyDeleteThese are questions that really matter to me. I believe that those of us who have found/been found by the unconditional love that you speak of in this poem should be sharing it with those around us. That way we can be the vehicles of justice, love and peace in the world.
I thank you for reading my work and your comments. I hope others will come to know unconditional love..
DeleteI agree with Brian-- I can really picture you at the mic reading this to us ~nice. ~peace, Jason
ReplyDeleteThanks I would love to be able to read it to all of you!
DeleteThis has a pushing rhythmic pattern to it almost so that you are falling into the next lines as you read. I can see this piece easily being read aloud as a spoken word - open mic type experience. Nice work. *there's a typo in the line "drifting in the midnight our when the world is a sleep" should read "asleep". :)
ReplyDeleteHi,
DeleteThanks for stopping in and catching my typo..(smiling)will fix that pronto..Nice to see you here..