O Scintillations, corruscation,
"...My blanket of laminations.
Please God, help me out of this bed!"
A Mourning, as the first Son aims its relevance, Willingly takes; tantalizing lashes, so my eyes can wake
O Scintillations! Divine sensations; Sleep is not an option. Mourns a wake for all our sake Night will come again!
Clocks alarm me while still in this place roosters find me, preying, Praying, for grace. Privileged pleas for more winks of sleep How do I continue to lie in this heap?
Fresh red rents the Flesh is marred, Wrinkles from my sheets, my life is scarred. For the Ninth hour, Noon, upon His face, and I’m too weak to rest.
" The fullness of time", from the threads that bind Eternity is awakeness! Appreciate the gave, Or be the grave? I stayed up way too late!
Machinations of Satan; get out of my head! O Scintillations, corruscation, My blanket of laminations. Please God, help me out of this bed!
The Sons’ a crossing, from afar; Dark is teasing me, and there’s a window in my room; "....The curtains ripped in two" , I see, reflections of a tomb.
Splinters open of filial strife from ancestral offspring; this is my life! Be Aware, for a decedent onwinter is here!
Sacrificing ayes, accepting our nays, its cold out under the blanket. A jeering rabble, before the babble, warm crosses over my soul.
So, Rise from the dead , wight ones led; for coats of all colors still bleed in their bed. Take peace from your pillow, You supinical creatures, a blockbusters’ featuring Him!
A Star lights entered your humble abode, to arouse even your soul from sin.
Twinkles, twinkle what wonders you are?; Your diamonds are raping His sky! Birds of fine feathers, keep us apart; affecting my heart, wile sights from my eyes dream, gleams, and the Insect sports beams in the Dark.
Who wishes the desert a dwelling place? Shrink from evil, frisson in grace, Recombine my slumbers past, compiling dreams right out of my mind.
With my head on your lap Wake me up and bring me back! Heaven lead me out of the hour of darkness Dead Hurry! Please! Get the Hell out of my bed!
Upon His Light ones’ Spirit delights "of My cup....", I will drink quenching..... Imbibe luminescence Jots and tittles, souls a’stenching! Sweeten the chalice in my sedation
And, from every yawn, Christ will dawn O Scintillations, Divine sensations Wake me up from all temptations!
Honey, it's getting cold outside and NOBODY wants to get out of bed (smile). Strong word rhythms that move like a tide from stanza to stanza. . .many meanings could be derived, almost like a mystery romance in a sense!
blessin's
cynth'ya lewis reed
Divine energy throws sparks off these lines. Communication here multiplies the impact, taking the concept of O' scintillations and flinging it into the cosmos. Spiritual exercise and keeping temptation at bay...you've tapped what I would call New-Age Spiritual poetry, Kimmy...I haven't seen Spiritual poetry of its kind here on the den...a niche for a broader range of readership...
Sage
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on November 28, 2006
Oh powerful and so real thank you for this one full of inspiring and spiritual treats in verses.............. Loved the Last Stanza....
It took me a while to get to the gist of this write because you have such an interesting, intelligent and dramatic way with words lol
but I "woke" up at the end too :)
pax A
This is an outstanding composition in contents, artistic style and literary excellence. A true poetic accomplishment that defines the words of Auden:
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ONE DEMANDS TWO THINGS OF A POEM. FIRSTLY, IT MUST BE A WELL-MADE VERBAL OBJECT that DOES HONOR TO THE LANGUAGE in which IT IS WRITTEN. SECONDLY, IT MUST SAY SOMETHING SIGNIFICANT ABOUT A REALITY COMMON TO US ALL, BUT PERCEIVED FROM A UNIQUE PERSPECTIVE. WHAT THE POET SAYS HAS NEVER BEEN SAID BEFORE, BUT, ONCE HE HAS SAID IT, HIS READERS RECOGNIZE ITS VALIDITY FOR THEMSELVES.” – W. H. Auden (Wystan Hugh Auden)
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I have enjoyed the reading of "O' Scintillations".
Intuitively, I know I've lived many lifetimes, and none more interesting than the one I'm living now. However, being born an old soul somehow did not excuse me from the same job I share with you and that is learning to craft a positive attitude about
Intuitively, I know I've lived many lifetimes, and none more interesting than the one I'm living now. However, being born an old soul somehow did not excuse me from the same job I share with you and that is learning to craft a positive attitude about
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Cryssa
Love Chrissy
blessin's
cynth'ya lewis reed
Sage
Blessings,
Joselyn
This is a fine piece of work. Truly impressive and insightful. And your playing with words is quite unique and satisfying. Well done!
Light and Wisdom ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
this is a keeper..Thankyou Kimmy!
Vesna
but I "woke" up at the end too :)
pax A
Love Tinka
Love,
CJ
This is an outstanding composition in contents, artistic style and literary excellence. A true poetic accomplishment that defines the words of Auden:
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ONE DEMANDS TWO THINGS OF A POEM. FIRSTLY, IT MUST BE A WELL-MADE VERBAL OBJECT that DOES HONOR TO THE LANGUAGE in which IT IS WRITTEN. SECONDLY, IT MUST SAY SOMETHING SIGNIFICANT ABOUT A REALITY COMMON TO US ALL, BUT PERCEIVED FROM A UNIQUE PERSPECTIVE. WHAT THE POET SAYS HAS NEVER BEEN SAID BEFORE, BUT, ONCE HE HAS SAID IT, HIS READERS RECOGNIZE ITS VALIDITY FOR THEMSELVES.” – W. H. Auden (Wystan Hugh Auden)
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I have enjoyed the reading of "O' Scintillations".
I salute You, Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Rusty