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Click hereWhispers are windows to the hearts desire
heard in the softest of sibilances
Something in the air, Moves
her eyes askance, her cheeks aflame
those self taught warblers trilled their song,
Golden rushes and white peonies
dressed in silks and taken astride
The plains are a killing field
flooded in pain and drained in sorrow,
a miasma of sloth, a quicksand of thought
Be where they came,
their cadenced step a brutal scar,
palpitating on My bosom
Gaia will heed and waves
lapped at her feet,
awash again as , once before,
the offerings flooding her psyche
those who opened the top and feasted,
and who are those who fled on foot,
on air and cloud,
See naught but an empty bowl
denuded and defiled
He will make whole again, ravel the strain of her mind
Be gone again, harbingers of the soul
He is not yet Come and she is still His,
till the song dies on the wind
And then the fires will burn Eternal
as They merge to One
i loved the imagery and the powerful contrasts in this poem.
ssong
an excellent, powerful poem, that is burdened (in my opinion) by the first line:
"Whispers are windows to the heart(')s desire..."
felt just too cliche. Had it fallen within the body of the poem it would not have been as noticable, but on the first line it was out of place with the rest of the poem, which was so powerful.
Once past the first line, I liked the gentle lines in the first stanza and how I was suddenly slapped with the harh lines of the rest of the poems. Overall, an excellent poem, that I think with some revision to the first line would make it that much better.
jim :)