Thursday, 29 October 2009

• Poem: Emerging (10/29/09)

  Emerging

  by Sarah ><>

  October 29th, 2009

  On the tip of my brain
  Sits a poem only half-formed.

  It has been on the verge of being written
  But lacks a common thread or substance.
  Inspiration...

  The change of the seasons are a muse
  As is Prokofiev, green tea, and daffodils.
  When peering out into nature
  To watch God's amazing workmanship
  Words drip into the sky
  And peek out from behind the trees.

  These fleeting moments of clarity
  Are so difficult to grasp,
  But their memory leaves a taste in my mind
  And can't help but make me thirst for the something greater.

  Like the dark shadows shining down from the clouds
  Between the bright rays of the sun.
  Or the resonance of a string on my violin
  With the tamborine atop the piano.

  The sound rushes through the air and finds a kindred voice
  And the two shake with joy at their meeting,
  Lifting my heart with them
  And laughter bursting forth.

  Observing the absurd and giggling
  Deeply until I must gasp for air.

  God, the beautiful painter,
  Who made the colors to complement each other.
  He put red flowers on stalks of green;
  Purple and yellow wildflowers
  Scatter themselves and dance along the highway,

  Crowned with caps of white.
  Trees containing one hundred shades of orange, gold,
  And vibrant, burning embers of scarlet
  Against a vastness of blue
  And a trunk of black.

  Each leaf then holds a secret;
  Each flower petal an answer,

  And my eyes flit over them oft unaware
  Of such a great mystery.
  Oh, grant me the liberty to write such a verse
  That would do justice to these trappings
  Beating out of my heart.

  A calling, a whisper,
  A rampant longing for the glorious.

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