In evanescent mumurs of light One loaths to see beyond the night Of beauteous nocturnal ebonite To dawns awakening first sight Softly will mornings golden kiss Remove the shades of licorish That tries to linger in the mind But daylight knows how to find The way into the brains gray matter To startle with thoughts that shatter Reminding memory that tried to hide Of all the ugliness life must abide When all it wants to do is live In harmony with heart to give Yet, there are those won't let it be They involve us in their misery O celestial canopy of purple prose Please keep me awhile in gentle repose Whereby the mundane world of strife Finds no opening to permeate my life
" shades of licorish " and "purple prose"...such tasty images of the night's sky and the light it lends in darkness making everything look so good and rest so peacefully...sleep and dream a little longer ...postpone the strife of day.
Love,
Taylor
"begone strife" is a prime example of the wasted enery that befalls on those who exert their mental and spiritual energy into the discord that besets the world ... harmony is definitely a better option ... i found it inspiring how you presented your will to overcome ...
Your indomitable spirit shines through in this write Sugar Chum.
You write eloquently of what most of us desire. Alas ... strife still finds an inroad, at times, into all aspects of our life to remind us of the importance of our dreams, and also the need for a relationship with the Author of our existence.
You are stronger than any troubles; you've proved that, time and again. I concur wholeheartedly with Sherry Heim's astude commentary; I wanted to say what she did, but she did more eloquently than I ever could. You've been there for everyone else (including Karen and I), it's time to let others pray for you. Which I have been. I'll just increase my prayers...pretty soon, you'll be up to snuff! :)
This is a poem I would like to recite ... about ten times a day! This is timeless and so well done, Eileen. Excellent thoughts and well expressed.
Love,
CJ
I think that we each have enough burdens of our own that we should not be forced to take on anyone elses if we do not feel we have the energy to do so. Sometimes we don't have the ability and at other times, it gives us strength and hope to be a rock for others. We must learn to listen to ourselves to determine when to be introspective and self-centered and when we are able to take on the burdens of others. Very concise and personally open poetry, Eileen.
Take care,
Sherry
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on January 16, 2007
Indeed we do need to walk in this life with His presence and His peace at our centre.
Splendid prayer...
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on January 16, 2007
Now that's strange. When I am worried it's usually during the night that I suffer, while during the day I can control my thoughts. But not everyone is the same. You write exquisitely. Victor
May I repose a little with you too,it sounds such a lovely uncomplicated place to stay.
I love this poem Eileen and can relate to it too.
Hug and best wishes
from
kay
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on January 16, 2007
Eileen this one is poetic and well expressed...The Darkness to lightness has a spirtual depth that reminds us in this world we will always need to call on him for the respose and time where strife and misery the negatives cannot aline our minds thus our own actions. For me the spirit of strife always represents divison of self and with others. A main tool of the one of this world. You have done this in such great style. Almost like a prayer.
A blessing of a poem Eileen ... oh, how I agree with you!
'O celestial canopy of purple prose
Please keep me awhile in gentle repose' ~ Lines of true beauty!
So true about the folk who only seem to know how to involve others in their misery -- as they say: misery likes company! We must invite kindred spirits into our lives; focussing on uplifting feelings! I believe we can do it!
Love, Suzie
(have just posted a similar poem of less poetical proportions)
Boy, Eileen you are SO prolific, wish I still had that, but alas I seem to have lost something of my abilities...still fun to read & review others instead...Ed & Rufuz
Close the door and open your mind a little further. You have a wode girth for knowledge, passion and wisdom. This is sad but it's a way to grow more. Your poetry lives in every life that reads it.
Love to you Sis!
Susan
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Love,
Taylor
keep this poem and wish for me as well
peace
Love Tinka
You write eloquently of what most of us desire. Alas ... strife still finds an inroad, at times, into all aspects of our life to remind us of the importance of our dreams, and also the need for a relationship with the Author of our existence.
Light and Love ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
You are stronger than any troubles; you've proved that, time and again. I concur wholeheartedly with Sherry Heim's astude commentary; I wanted to say what she did, but she did more eloquently than I ever could. You've been there for everyone else (including Karen and I), it's time to let others pray for you. Which I have been. I'll just increase my prayers...pretty soon, you'll be up to snuff! :)
(((((HUGS))))) and love, Karla.
Amen, Tiger Lily!
Love,
CJ
Take care,
Sherry
Splendid prayer...
Your well expressed wish of where to be, for me could last an eternity. This is poetry to perfection my friend.
I love this poem Eileen and can relate to it too.
Hug and best wishes
from
kay
Blessings,
Joselyn
A blessing of a poem Eileen ... oh, how I agree with you!
'O celestial canopy of purple prose
Please keep me awhile in gentle repose' ~ Lines of true beauty!
So true about the folk who only seem to know how to involve others in their misery -- as they say: misery likes company! We must invite kindred spirits into our lives; focussing on uplifting feelings! I believe we can do it!
Love, Suzie
(have just posted a similar poem of less poetical proportions)
Finds no opening to permeate my life"
...what could be better than that.
Love to you Sis!
Susan