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By Stephen Cheney
A candle in the window,
orange on black;
teachings of a soul, given to stars;
Tear'd flame, mirroring life.Cool night-scent of Earth,
crowds against my body;
as I, as if fallen from reach,
wonder at sources of Before.
The smell of promise
a promise of tomorrows;
a covering for aching bones,
as this night gloves the eyes.
Dew drops on grass blades,
Silver on green;
teachings of stars, given to the Soul;
Flames of life, mirrored in tears.
Image: Windows (Palazzo Medici) - Buonarroti Michelangelo
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I can tell this poem talks about sadness and longing, yet hope is there. Think we've all been in this situation of despair, of not knowing what to do, missing someone like hell, depression whatever and yet life tells us 'psiuuu, I'm here, take me!'
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful, Stephen.
I like it.
ReplyDeleteI like the end of the first and the last verses, a perfect antithesis. In the beginning, closed to life, open to pain; in the end open to life, a subsiding pain.
ReplyDeleteTruly a beautiful poem, Stephen.
ReplyDelete"Cool night-scent of Earth, crowds against my body; as I, as if fallen from reach, wonder at sources of Before."
Death and re-birth - that's what this part evoked in me.
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Dude, you can write.
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