RWP#108
SPIRITUAL MYSTERY
cold winter morning
crunching snowshoes in mountain air
begging for sunshine and new words
at high noon
or some midnight dance
with the naked trees that shiver
surrounded by the silent mountains
and three black ravens overhead
chasing the parting clouds
and some lost poem
burried beneath the quilt we walk on
protruding from some dark coffin
the lost sylabbles remain
waiting for the sunlight
as the words of a dead poet
announces the resurecction of a poem
another spiritual mystery.
10 comments:
I love the way you combined mysticism and nature in this. Excellent.
Lots of mysteries, many lessons!
hi Wayne, I enjoyed reading your poem. And so great to see you in the snow..
Your work has a very eerie quality about it, which I really found interesting and made it such an enjoyable read.
Nice mystic rendering
I could feel the crispness in the air, and the sparkling white snow...My favorite line was, "begging for sunshine and new words.." That line alone sums up the challenges of winter very well.
Thank you for sharing!
I like the winter imagery in this, and the sense of spiritual discovery.
I also really like the nature imagery here and the notion of poems being found.
My favourite images were the "naked trees that shiver" and the "dead poet announcing the resurrection of a new poem". I like how you intersected the mystical and the physical. Well done.
-Nicole
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