My Silent House
I.
GRAIL OF TIDES
from the brewing storm’s steeping chalice
the breath of death’s journey awakens in quiet tides
beckoned by the stirring whisper of mortal winds
furrowed by stoic angels in pallid temporal skies
on wings they dance with white powdered swans
nimbly etching heaven’s gate with cautious waves
that spill on crystal laden slipping sand
spurning the glassy hold on reverent land
my hastened breath partakes
from this efficacy of blissful treasury
my ghostly weight lifts to break
enslaved into this ebbing reverie
struck with bridled command
of stilled silence to remand
my heart’s farewell
I salute!
This journey, this life, this love vanishing with each grain of stolen sand
2.
WORDS OF TREES
Alone in my muted soul
disposed to azure forest cathedrals
Dismantled from the pain that grips life’s toll
I am lifted in golden beams of seraph’s wings
That carry me through portals to the sky
As the depth of heavens strike my core
my being draws nigh
breaching all barriers I fly emancipating
its descry, its revelation that soars
through darkest nights and days bitter lore
to rise, to touch the clouds that
uphold me through destiny’s door
forsaking the fear of ‘nevermore’
I freely close my eyes
To overhear winds whisper wisdom
As I repose to the melodic symphony
a rhapsody of lyric composed in the words of trees
resonating as they impart shivering leaves
Of untold songs of strength and timelessness
Embracing to console my heart’s command
3.
SAND OF SAGES
I lay me down in dry barren dust
a captive clinging to the hush
of desert’s tacit peace to rest in colors of warm rust
drenched in orange palettes-this day is done
shriveled in sunset’s parched realm spun
in the dessicated drift of endless calm
each blast of windblown sand shifts from its dunes
to reveal its lifeless bones resurrected to commune
in timeless effigies of faces from my memories
Of those in my life who have smiled on me
To bring forth the swell of my hearts wellbeing
a poet rewriting this visage with each turning page
from sacred sand blown chapters of short legacies
remembering the times and passions like a wise sage
bleeding humbly from scars of a bygone heart set free
to say goodbye and return to the page of stars
with no regret I conjure and sojourn with those I have loved
keeping my friends without enemies
I am at rest, drained and dry in the purging of blood
in this desert I bleed with gratitude drenched through centuries
with purity and love
Where all that is now, will never more be
4.
WATERSHED OF SOULS
resolute rivers
rush
steadily paced
emerging with streams
that ferry me
to an unknown source with little haste
how perfectly it flows with me
without course or compass
to the dwelling of my endless sea
where my silent house
is waiting patiently
with deeply anchored history
refreshing waters quench
the fire drawn to
my fading fondness
as this watershed pours to drench
ever so slowly over my body incarnate
with merciful kindness overflowing
to unsung depths of garnet seas of tranquility
within my silent house to be
flooded with love’s commitment
drowning with contentment
My quieted soul is set free
5.
MY SILENT HOUSE
This journey, this life, this love departs with each grain of stolen sand
Embracing now to console my heart’s command
Where all that is now, will never more be
My quieted soul is set free
January 7, 2021
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Copyright © Lonna Blodgett | Year Posted 2021
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