Song of Mercy
08-28-2010, 10:01 PM
Climbing high, the sun declares truth.
Yet, I bear contempt, feeling cold
For my stand is in the shadow.
Stern, the sun crosses my statements,
My witness of night's cold power.
Wielding light, he boldly counters.
Hope, the accused, rises smiling.
He knows light is piercing my stand.
Finished, weeping, I take hope's hand.
I have never really had my poetry read by other's who understand poetry or even view it as an art. I apologize if I have been a tad defensive. I realized today that I am trying harder to write good poetry knowing you folks are going to read it. I welcome your suggestions and feedback...and if I get defensive...oh well...I love poetry and am excited to see myself starting to grow again.
:) Song
Yet, I bear contempt, feeling cold
For my stand is in the shadow.
Stern, the sun crosses my statements,
My witness of night's cold power.
Wielding light, he boldly counters.
Hope, the accused, rises smiling.
He knows light is piercing my stand.
Finished, weeping, I take hope's hand.
I have never really had my poetry read by other's who understand poetry or even view it as an art. I apologize if I have been a tad defensive. I realized today that I am trying harder to write good poetry knowing you folks are going to read it. I welcome your suggestions and feedback...and if I get defensive...oh well...I love poetry and am excited to see myself starting to grow again.
:) Song