Resonation

Resonation

no-one at first heard the tumult
the question to the arts,
take that
scythe rip that canvas crack that bronze
bust that marble
shatter it to shards

I heard the howl of a suffering soul
most recent in the line of bards…
no-one at first heard the cries
or played those tarot cards…

the prophecy was grim
gate-keepers of the holy shroud
did not acknowledge him
critics dismissed
professors critiqued

but she's' burst forth from the psyche and that collective conscience we all have though not ready for her resonated the soul

turning topsy turvy upside down blasted from with in
you old masters--
keepers of the kingdom blasted by a rebel yell
most foul
the Howl she barks a new tune with with syntax and symbols unacceptable
to all but a loon

we know it now we look out the horizon from the rim
She's here she's born
he bellowed the boon
And she anew will return again
I heard it once the howl of the suffering soul…

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David Waldrop

Date: 7/27/2016 9:24:00 AM

Every poet that speaks from the heart. Speaks from a truth that is the soul of every person.

Pandita Sietesantos

Date: 12/12/2015 8:48:00 PM

Through this expressive write, you transported me to another place and time! Well done, my friend! Pandita

Skat A

Date: 12/10/2015 12:22:00 PM

I like the sound of your poems. Toni, you have some alliteration. I think it gives the poem a better read. enjoyed. SKAT