Ode

Rise up towards the dawning red,
never a hostage to that stolid fiend,
the moor of despairs -

Your flames burn those fermenting
shadows, where an indolent spawn
was birthed from tears of seasonal
limbo.

Walk tall through wintry haars and in
the dead of the night, cast your wrath
around and avail yourself a new Kingdom!



Comments

Anonymous said…
Love this. it speaks of inner strengths and determinations, of the eternal fight against the downward spiral of evolution where humanity becomes ever more unfeeling, cruel and heartless.
So long as there are folks left who face life with such a defiance, then there's some hope for the future.
16 January 2015 at 10:54
Norair Rodovalho said…
Such a beautiful poem as usual!It is a good and wise way to start the year! All the best for you!
16 January 2015 at 11:24
Goswinus said…
Much obliged, my dear friends, and thank you for your kind and generous compliments. I used a few notes I found scattered around, recombined and changed parts and lo, a new poem was created. Originally, it send it off for a close friend of mine whose birthday was this week, which he really loved. I need to write a few more and then, at last, I can take the next step and release my poems in book format... so stay tuned for more!
16 January 2015 at 11:34
Anonymous said…
Dear friend!

As always, beautiful poem.
Keep on!

Georgia
1 May 2015 at 15:01
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