by Peter S Gardner
Friday, January 05, 2007
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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Desolate, the rage of flowers
Enters my heart; calla lily and iris
Focus onto canvas,
Into the paints of precious flame,
The gemstone art within mind,
The fallow harrowing of color.
Framing the night sky,
Dawn and moon seal empty
Darkness, and questions of
Mortality spread fully throughout
The anatomy of drastic thought.
Prescient forms clear distances
From passion and grace, elemental
Regeneration of the soul; crucified
Forgiveness raising the dead to Heaven.
Pour ecstasy upon salient pain,
Crash through contentions of power,
Feel the heat of irony, taking
Time through wells of gravity.
All slows to the changelessness of eternity,
And salvation comes quietly
Out of the cities of forever.
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|Reviewed by Chanti Niven
|I write such simple poetry and I'm always awed when I read the work of those who can write so eloquently, moulding words with seeming effortless skill to create works of arts such as this piece. I write from my heart but I'm trying to stretch my mind further and this wondrous work inspires me to go that little bit further. Thank you.
|Reviewed by Wendy Deyette
Great write! Really full of passion and very touching. I feel as though you reached in and touched my soul!!! WOW!
|Reviewed by Gloria Buono Daly
|Very interesting and creative prose filled so vivid. My favorites "anatomy of drastic thought"...."changelessness of eternity". Thanks for sharing. My best, Gloria|
|Reviewed by Brittany Renée
|Your analogies are wonderful! Truly. Many poets can rhyme, but rhyming professionally doesn't mean "it" and "sit". Attempt a poem with this beautiful analogies and rhyming; more structure; and I think you could out bedazzle almost everyone of us!
I'm sorry if this was too harsh! I truly did like your gorgeous words! A soul that can express itself even as such as you have, is a soul that is envied.