To be human

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***