Through stained glass eyes, I gazed
In sharp indigo and scarlet hues
As he handed me the world
Weeping hearts looked on
Beating a dusty amethyst rhythm
As my soul he graced, so pure
Sweet sighs murmured
Billowing a soft lullaby’s song
As the final endeavors played
Quietly we rose from our ashen dreams
Faithfully we waited on hope’s sign
As the Passeri sang for us
Unfolding wings so stunning
His of golden red and mine of silver white
As the others smiled on
Fire erupted from our core
With the God’s will to live in greed
As we took flight, one with the other
He called to me, his beloved bride
Soft and pristine within our love,
As I flew into the sun
“Come back to me, Sallow Phoenix,
Laden in brilliant feathered perfection,
As you are my life, my wife.”
Lost in that light I must have been,
Finding sanctuary in this loves repose,
As my flight took me too close
My new, colorless down, now no more
Taken quickly yet not without anguish
As I fell back to ashes, forsaken
Now, through stained glass eyes, I gaze I
n sharp indigo and scarlet hues
As he hands me the world
Wow..well I think this was
Wow..well I think this was an awesome read …kind of a sci-fi /supernatural love story, but so much more!
Greatly Enjoyed! …well done :)
donna
thanks so much!!! this
thanks so much!!!
this piece is near and dear to my heart!!!
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Like a renewal of cosmic vows
silver white gown and with the peril of some time sabataging the same vows only to be renewed.To write a poem using the phonix I think this sets a mark.It must have the same element and you have done that well here.’Stained Glass Eyes’
In ink,
David
many smiles and thanks!!!
im always glad to have your opinion!!!! thanks so much!!!
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Ancient love...
born in the light of the Phoenix, with eroticism, greed and sin, lovely! :)
Patrick/AO
is there any other way…i
is there any other way…i think not! thank you poet!
“For every shadow, no matter it’s depth, is threatened by the morning’s light…”
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Quietly we rose from our
Quietly we rose from our ashen dreams
Faithfully we waited on hope’s sign
As the Passeri sang for us
I love this - great imagery, great flow, great story, told with a beautiful lyrical voice. I am becoming a fan Emarie - this is one of your best so far.
Kaz
It’s impossible to smile on the outside without feeling better on the inside.
I am so glad you think
I am so glad you think so…I truely put my soul into this piece. I am glad to know that was not a mistake!
“For every shadow, no matter it’s depth, is threatened by the morning’s light…”
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Beautiful; truthful too.
I am no lover of form and rhyme.
Lovely thoughts put together with life and truth are just plainly fascinating.
You have definitely archived wonders in your write, but the power in sadness it too great to bear.
Lol
another plus point I think.
May you write on to better even this write.
many thanks
I cannot thank you enough for such sweet words!!!
“For every shadow, no matter it’s depth, is threatened by the morning’s light…”
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theladyblue
A beautiful piece here. I truly enjoyed reading it, savoring every line~
“There’s no trick to being a humorist when
you have the whole government working for you.”
Will Rogers
many many thanks Janice!!!
“For every shadow, no matter it’s depth, is threatened by the morning’s light…”
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Emarie
Wonderful write here. Almost like floating on clouds of ecstasy and to crash burned to ashes afterward, to rise again. I never use the word sci-fi as I am old school and that is reserved for grade b or worse film and writing, but it has a science fiction/fantasy type feel to it and was extremely riveting to me. Well done!
Respectfully,
Rett:
“We can all be thankful that Picasso wasn’t a plastic surgeon.” Rett
sci-fi junkie :-S
I suppose in my world “sci-fi” is but an abbreviation for one of my fav genres. lol my novel is actually based on one of my “sci-fi” poems titled ‘The Warrior, She’
I absolutely lurve it and wish I were better at it…I suppose that is why I have decided to stress myself to the max by choosing that as my first novel’s genre lol as always a glutton for punishment…many many thanks!
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“For every shadow, no matter it’s depth, is threatened by the morning’s light…”
Far too real to be fiction
A very well developed and focused metaphor. The detail is stunning, creating a parallel of real life and fantasy. The continuous cycling of life comes through at first vaguely, but then emphasized in the last stanza. The development of both your relationship and your person are very well depicted in the Icarus image. I note the placing of yourself in the position of Icarus and your loved one in the role of the father and mentor of Icarus. This adds so much depth to the description. It is, of course, a relief to see the Phoenix rising rather than the ending of poor Icarus, but in that combination are the alternatives that befall so many. Wonderful poem. John
ahhh well done
so you have found my trigger of inspiration for this work…such parallels exist only to be hidden in plain view…it takes a one of a kind third eye to spot such things so readily my friend so once again I say well done
p.s. many many thanks
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“For every shadow, no matter it’s depth, is threatened by the morning’s light…”