Notes About The Poem

lightning

Upward, Child

Scarce contained within its bounds
Surging, straining to break free
Pulsating and palpable
Enticed by its pure energy
Mesmerized and drawn, a moth to flame

O, that I might be a god!
Grab these reins and take control
Are they not mine, and this, my day
For others to admire, extol?
Seduced complete by thoughts of storied fame

Child, remove thy hand, step back
Quick to act, quick to forget
How thy ways cause misery
Sorrow, shame, and much regret
Pleasure, fleeting, always ends the same

Upward cast thy gaze, child, never down
Your loving Father ever wears the crown

----------

for the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 17 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mark Toney
written on 09/25/22
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Peck Avatar
October 13, 2022 at 4:36 PM
Jeff, you have such wonderful words at your command! Your poetry is book-worthy!
Kyser Avatar
October 13, 2022 at 4:39 PM
You are too kind, Ann - thanks so much, and I am glad you enjoyed this one.
Krutsinger Avatar
September 28, 2022 at 9:54 AM
This is a true contender for poem of the day, the week and the month Jeff.
Hankins Avatar
September 25, 2022 at 9:12 AM
Marvelous, Jeff. You know, this reminded me of a Shakespearian sonnet. Exceptionally well written. The imagery is fantastic. I would like to see this P.O.T.D. A FAVE for me.
Kyser Avatar
September 25, 2022 at 11:16 AM
Many thanks, Milt! I've been playing with varied line length a bit while still trying to retain a flow, and hoped this one worked.
Rodrigues Avatar
September 25, 2022 at 6:24 AM
Wow! Love this, Jeff! A fave! In strong utterance: “O that I might be a god,” the lust that must be quenched for it is chains about a child’s neck.
Kyser Avatar
September 25, 2022 at 6:27 AM
Thanks, Kim! Yes, I read the contest description, and thought, "That's Romans 7, right there!" Have a blessed day!
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace