Hey folks, this is a new original poem that I just wrote. I hope to type up and write the other poems that I've written lately, ASAP! This has been a pretty prodigious period for writing, so I'd love to share them with you all. Thanks for reading!
To fell
All that is human,
To live divine.
I began this journey
With sharp-tongued sonnets-sheathed,
Broad-sword bound to the ideal
That everything is sacred,
The ebb and flow,
Like a sun-dial,
Constant, Continuous,
Immutable;
Alas, the winds changed,
Bone-cold-zephyr breeze
Buried the laconic Lily,
Lush spring withered
Before Autumn’s rise,
A twilight of spoken words
I can hardly remember.
We lit those chrysanthemums
Like candles, defying death,
Sang hymns to the dying embers;
Sinewy smoke
Dripping from pine bones—
Culling our chants,
Love-lipped verses
Sacrificed by scented flame—
En-route to the empty heavens.
Still, we are east-born to the ether,
Airy vapors like marionette lovers
Entrained to the funeral beat,
In silent pantomime;
Perhaps, even now
Amidst perpetual winter,
As fog rises o’er
This fallow land,
—Perhaps—
Somewhere, still,
They love.
***Copyright 2014. R. Cameron Morgan***
