My soul, it sings with thee.
Oh precious that, o’er the planes
I transcend time and the crystal sea
To hear thy joyous beck.
Down yonder halls of melodic strains,
Beyond mine trials and, with a lame heart,
Ensnared I became with Destiny. I am lain
To rest under branching oaks,
Bound to hear and never see
What soothing voices sing to me!
Songs come, filtered through the immensest void,
Wafting ‘bout like odorous fancies
To assuage the pain and renew mine chances.
Of yet, which only the seasons could tell,
I may, due to happenstance,
Find a path, one not traversed,
To the interminable chorus that rings so well.
Sifting though what I know,
Searching for It without ire,
I bring out the vocal fire.
To the eternal chorus I show
My position, to where they need go.
Long at last, with opened eyes,
Clarity surpassing all human wisdom
Is granted me. And now I ‘stand
With eyes transfixed on the glory land,
Hearing the ethereal chords
Of the wondrous, angelic chorus.
Author notes
People get mad at me because I dropped the choir. Let them read this.
A contest entry
- Pre Write Contest by SensualWhispers.
615 points, ended March 15, 2007, 100 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - The Sound Of Music by Ryno.
400 points, ended May 19, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Although I did not personally enjoy your usage of chosen words and vocabulary in this, I think it added a lot to the poem, but not so much the topic. Still, you have and interesting and bold write, it is quite enjoyable too. Thank-you for your entry.
Ryan -
"Beyond mine trails and, with a lame heart,
Ensnared I became with Destiny."
Wow that is so dang deep. You've done a wonderful job. I really love this poem. Thanks for entering the contest and the best of luck toyou> Kassi
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