Being positioned
Between vitality and
The gray’s of shadows;
This freely expressed life of
Extraordinary colors
Creates full rainbows
With words and desert echoes;
Revealing her path
As an art scholar,
Medieval literature;
One LIVING sculpture
Lamenting loves complexness;
A dragonfly ASCENDING,
Rediscovering
The innocence of dreaming;
Not fully knowing
Her life will evince
The fervent hopefulness’s
Of one seeking TRUTH
DRAGONFLY rises,
In humbleness of spirit,
(Voyaging beyond)
Life’s many unrequited
Gifts given from two scarred hands
Understanding now
Dying as a conversion;
Circling obstacles
Akin to daily regrets;
A cathartic chrysalis
Waiting to be bound
To ONE who emancipates
The LIFE she foresees;
Translucent of an echo;
Far deeper than a soul starves,
Chrystus beckons
As an artificial church decays
richard lloyd cederberg
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My hope is the dome is shattered and the spirit fills those who will be as the dragonfly, then rise through their humbled lives.
One in him my friend, he is smiling about what you have written!
Teresa
I am saying "I'm grateful" that there is a writer like you on this planet during my lifetime; evidence of God's mercy.
Lynnie
I love the poem as well. Seems to be a little philosophical to me.
Great choice of words and imagery in this piece.
Thanks for sharing.
All the best,
Lena
It's poison is lethal, like the starving soul. . .
Thought-provoking, I must say, and I would expect no less! :)
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
A truly engaging, resonant write, Richard.
Masterfully expressed.
Blessings,
Carolyn
Sheila
Multi level and sublime. The last stanza is rich in such mataphor.
Such an intelligent penn.
the essence of a hand.holding belief and a child of faith in the central st.age. . .. the reasoning of devotion; the epic s.light sage song of such a voice you possess....that proves steady and sure in turbulent times; and the soft residual focus is so beautiful......surely the reciprocation is complete. and sweetly accepted. much ascetic beauty and awe to you this christ.mass. .. .
find me in a piece of st.ained glass somewhere.
amidst the churchy bells.
and quasimodo towers.
you are beautifulk.
love to you and yours~
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nessie
The innocence of dreaming
Not fully knowing
You really got me with that line.
Georg
Be always safe,
Karen
Ron
WoW!!
GOD BLESS
Tony