Another Poetic Endeavor

[Poppy1]

This last selection of yours, Stiggy, is pure quality.
On The Brim of Sweet Fountains is my absolute favorite and I keep going back for a re-read .....it warms the cockles of my heart with it's lovliness.

 

[stigmaticman]

lol, glad it hit the spot...


The Stars that Fall By My Hand

I look t' the heavens and the stars around
That seem as if near, though on Earth I stand,
Imagining I could reach out my hand,
Gather them all, and throw them to the ground,
As if I were a sleeping giant now
Awakened, who's fury's set upon man,
And the fiery rain of stars, my wrath,
And in the aftermath, no-one be found!

But, I need not harbor for long these dark
Imaginings, though I'm prone t' flights of fancy,
For they are just that, but imaginings,
Yet I would love to be the one who starts
The beginning of the end of misery,
And brings about the coming of the King!

(fin)

 

[Poppy1]

This has such powerful imagery for me, it's almost like seeing some Renaissance painting in words. A very imaginative piece Stiggy. Me likey very much!

 

[stigmaticman]

thanks poppy! Here's some more for y'all! This one is a 'rondel,' adapted from a French form with refrains. (though I've opted for two sestets and a couplet as the structure, but it's still a rondel nonetheless)
_____________


Echoes

This voice I hear, calling clearly,
Reverberates inside my head!
A voice beckoning, 'listen in!'
I pay attention, still fearful,
And can't believe what I'm hearing,
It tells me, 'I've just cheated death!'

This voice I hear, calling clearly,
Reverberates inside my head!
A voice beckoning, 'now, hear me!'
It tells me 'one day I'll be dead!'
But shows me I've life yet to live,
And that I've no need to fear it.

This voice I hear, calling clearly,
Reverberates inside my head!

(fin)

 

[stigmaticman]

The Travelling Soul

Another day comes and goes,
And I'm here holding onto nothing.
In this journey of the travelling soul,
I don't know what it is that keeps me going,
Yet, my self is but the one thing
I take with me down this road.
Another day comes and goes,
And I'm here holding onto nothing.

Another day comes and goes,
And I'm here holding onto nothing.
My life, it seems, has been put on hold,
But there's got to be something
That can stop me from becoming,
Forever, a wanderer without a home.
Another day comes and goes,
And I'm here holding onto nothing.

Another day comes and goes,
And I'm here holding onto nothing.
Yet, I don't know, truth be told,
If I can continue on going
Down this path that leads nowhere,
When all I need is to find another road.
Another day comes and goes,
And I'm here holding onto nothing.

 

[stigmaticman]

Along the Way

Walking this path I've chosen,
My hope is that I know
These footsteps bring me closer.

Though the only map I know of,
The road I will follow,
Walking this path I've chosen.

As the way unfolds before me,
Although the journey's long,
These footsteps bring me closer.

With steady pace unbroken,
My strength I hold close,
Walking this path I've chosen.

And as my way begins to open,
I continue, on, down the road;
These footsteps bring me closer.

And this hope keeps me going
As I'm ever-pressing onward,
Walking this path I've chosen,
For these footsteps bring me closer.