Renascence
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Darkness still needs to be a portion of the sky,
It symbolizes grasping the cosmic matrix.
Alas, it did not rise by a twist. It's the basics,
As morrow never rolls to spell crux truth, high.
A spark of love redeemed a sultry breeze,
for a renascence of the green to be lit by joy.
After the moon rises from the dreary decoy,
A bliss of tears fades between the outer keys.
All the hills and cliffs shook and heaved,
My obelisk has been ousted and reeled away.
I got to soar as a freed bird!.. Who saw me die?
Was it the famed Renascence?...am I reprieved?
Ashes of the past built the glow of moonlight,
from the recollection of the previous period,
The moon rises over again from the pyramid,
She never manages to swallow up the night.
Last night, I dreamt of the Phoenix Bird.
Sizzling tail quills, just flicker, and red ghost.
I can view the wood for all the dawn dull host.
Saplings were stifled by brambles and furred.
Purple ships sail over dandelion waves.
Amber sails away from the etheric sea.
Ruins calm the blue tar, the child of ecstasy.
After ships collided, docks became caves.
Everything was lacking in my life at this time,
similar to the epoch moon, bringing space down.
A single letter incites rage and regrets in town.
Ah, a cosmic cluster faces the moon, sublime.
Everything has been missing, I shed a tear,
How firm days used to fade into each other.
And from the cosmic lake of yesterday, I wonder?
Months continue to be one long month of the year.
The last world war wasn't cleared over.
Drained, broken, and ruled by the last gloom.
Incapable of striking or appending a boom,
The worn nations' relics have crept under cover.
Large megacities were buried in sadness,
The path of full destruction was filled with dust.
A bright person in his final wild bloodlust,
He gave his full dignity to madness.
The proud brute has taken over the fresh earth,
A realm where neither love, life, nor death matter.
Their behavior was totally unseemly and clatter.
No faith or friendship, and not an ounce of worth.
In a field where a battle took a tragic carnage.
Warriors lay down until a calm sleep was found.
I noticed a man coming with his head bound,
his eyes still searching for his husk yardage.
I retraced my steps from my previous life,
And recalled how painful it was to die alone.
I went with no regret, back to my prior bones.
Angels sighed, set the slabs, and left me in strife.
Written: October 19, 2022
This or That, Vol 14 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2022
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