Russell Sivey Poet Quatrain

White Knight

Orange red as burning fire beneath me
Floating it ventures over and beyond
Through the trees like white arrows, piercing through
Emboldened, silenced the forest without sound

Leaves scatter, burning through the shattered face
Enlightened by the calm breeze of near day
Practically suffered by ignorance
The eyes of white look, can’t find what to say

Avoiding the trees, the entity strikes
Air is forced to succumb to the white knight
Peace is all but reached, not a sound is voiced
Daylight is coming quicker, it lost sight

Corruption seems rampant, but it’s nature
Veracious in its contemplation right
Awaiting complete reversal the fog
Releasing its grip on the day’s great might

Russell Sivey

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Carrie Richards February 26, 2014 at 7:32 PM This amazing poem gives nature such a human quality! Well done, Russell!

Tim B February 25, 2014 at 1:47 PM Intriguing write my friend. As Sara said, one is left to contemplate the White Knight. I personally felt as if you were taking a look at some racial and cultural issues here, but I do love a good poem that begs to be read again and again. Thank you for sharing.

Sara Kendrick February 25, 2014 at 12:13 PM And who is this White Knight?..Maybe snow or ice or something else much deeper..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara..

Anne-Lise Andresen February 25, 2014 at 11:44 AM - Sometimes we lose words .......... overwhelming experiences ... a really great poem Russell - Wish you a nice day. - oxox // Anne-Lise :)

Kayod5 Kayode February 25, 2014 at 11:01 AM Thank goodness the fog finally released its grip on the day,you are now free to visit the forest as you wish. A great work Russell,kudos.

Richard Lamoureux February 25, 2014 at 9:02 AM A worthy life you have chosen Poet. Many more await your mighty pen.

Nette Onclaud February 25, 2014 at 8:54 AM filled with enchanting mystery ,russell... your metaphoric style passes a deep message to all... wow!.. huggs

Demetrios Trifiatis February 25, 2014 at 7:23 AM A poetic experience of gigantic proportions! Great work my friend Russell!

Shadow Hamilton February 25, 2014 at 3:50 AM ghosts spring to mind Russell maybe because I have been researching the background in your wonderful poem lends itself well excellent pen hugs

Robert Pettit February 24, 2014 at 11:07 PM A novel way to describe the sunlight in a forest. Another fine write Russell.