Ernesto P. Santiago Poet Lyric

The Color of Thirst

Each time I look
For the Holy Grail
I see myself lost
In the circle of stones, encircling my shadow
And their glow mesmerizing its aura
And what is it, or what it isn’t
That lingers outside the circle
Captivated my heart that made me perceived—
I wanted to untangle my shadow
From the orb web it slept with years
To seek that awareness
Of dot growing into contentment
To leave that rhythm of life it lived with obedience
Oh, I am not quite sure
If I knew then about what is the color of
Thirst really mean to each cup I used
Ah, what would become of those stones
Without me inside the circle, or when time
Had stopped my desire?
The only thing I knew of myself was
This pen, cuddling
My thoughts

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Marycile Beer July 14, 2010 at 1:40 PM And it did it's job very nicely, Ernesto. I have a start on a poem and hope It will break the barrier of that form. Take Care, God Bless, Cile

L'Nass Shango April 22, 2009 at 7:32 AM My friend, you are the high priest of words and wonder today, ... I bring you the sacrifice of praise, I honor your comment on my poems and I am humbled to say thank you.

John E Wordslinger April 20, 2009 at 4:22 PM Very creative, the feeling of thirst isn't good so, this makes me think, great poem, I give it a 10

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen April 20, 2009 at 2:00 PM What is the color of thirst? Great thought provoker. And I love they way you ended it with "...This pen, cuddling My thoughts" Wonderful! Thank you for your kind comment on my poetry. God bless you. Love, Dane

Anna-Marie Docherty April 20, 2009 at 6:05 AM Faith moves us to a place that sometimes even we cannot see ourselves any more for we become renewed in our thirst for more... So much muse comes from your write, well done poet. Kindest thoughts and thanks for your lovely comments on my 'serenade', Anna-Marie.

Robin Maughan April 19, 2009 at 1:08 PM Awesome!! The soft cuddle of thepen..Isn`t it grand??? Great job! Hugs, Robin

Iolanda Scripca April 16, 2009 at 1:19 PM "The only thing I knew of myself was This pen, cuddling My thoughts" - beautiful thoughts, Ernesto! Love, Iolanda

L'Nass Shango April 16, 2009 at 12:34 PM An awesome poem .. and your faith never without it ... blessings and long life, brother

Brian Strand April 10, 2009 at 8:19 AM Thrre is much comfort Ernesto in your closing three lines.Rgds Brian & thanks for your kind words & comments today

Ernilando Tugaff April 9, 2009 at 3:31 AM Hello Mr. Poet, as usual it's a wonder write. Thank you for the warm and honest comments on my poems. Ernilando

Charmaine Chircop April 8, 2009 at 2:12 PM your pen cuddles great thoughts and great poetry,keep posting-charma

Frank F. Atanacio April 8, 2009 at 10:42 AM the color of thirst what a concept and what a novel write

James Marshall Goff April 8, 2009 at 7:54 AM Ernesto, I'm struck with the creative imagery and metaphor of the Holy Grail and circle of stones searching for meaning, then discovering the process is the poet! wonderful!!! jmg