- Non-Erotic Poetry
- That High Light
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Slow, after unincubated warmth,
no false full spectrum, but the deep radiance
of dawn softening and
cracking open your calcified heart,
you follow the penetrating light through
brittle translucense into
your chaliced hands.
Above fear, you raise up the
new bird of your heart, trembling
beneath curled wet crimson wings, trusting
that higher light and the free wind of its
breath to enter you, a dessication of
that old dark unshelled blood.
Your ancient bones, stronger, feeding
on the dust of your blood, arc through
the canopy of your wings, exposing
your soft doved breast, the pulse
of your new heart quickening
beneath that white fluttering down.
- COMMENTS
Selena_Kittabout 18 years agoThis poem offers a beautiful promise in its metaphor. I can feel the birth and rebirth, the breaking open of a timeless, eternal life. There is a melancholy, almost a bittersweet feeling to it, too. Lovely.
Anonymousabout 18 years agointersesting style ..and content uplifting ..the use of high light gives me a soft sigh...nicely done..welcome to lit. hope to read much more of your world...ty /bluerains
Reltneabout 18 years agoI like your style, but at times I wonder if your thesaurus has become more important than your poetic sensibility. To my ear some of your modifiers clash with each other. - But this is still a poem well worth reading.
