Poetic Unearthing
By
Carmen Ruggero
Leaping into maddening mind shadows,
he’ll decipher the great metaphor.
But ambiguous seems his query,
thus, the unearthing be false, or true ?
Certain, he’ll find the bright daffodils
amongst autumn’s rubescent hues,
and as the world darkens around him,
he’ll see spring’s clear rivulet loom.
He is at sundown, a journey’s end, they say.
Muddled? Indeed not. For he’s convinced
that as the poet thus the yarn unravel,
brightly the stars will shine at noon,
and the swaddling pink of dawn, will spread
its mercy on the midnight doom.
Carmen Ruggero .2003
This piece is an experiment for me. Please critique to your heart's content. I can only grow from it. Thank you.
Carmen
"and the swaddling pink of dawn, will spread
its mercy on the midnight doom."
Fantastic!
Amor
brilliant work...
Vesna :)
Good for you for experimenting.
that last line of the first stanza might work better with as simple a change as word order: "will the unearthing be false, or true? which avoids cliched, "true or false".
The last line of the first Stanza - sounds as it needs rewriting.
This poem, "Poetic Unearthing" delivers food for the minds.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
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Dan S.