Don't let my hope die down
although i know it was mine
to begin with
And the moon is praying
yet some see Elijah bestrode back in town
but I'm an old sinner
too old for my years
not knowing who would emerge
from the gloomy vale
I rode away
to see the harbour's light dim
but still I think of outside
where all the pain was
Before the Roman legions carved a road
This stallion coursed across the chalk ridge brow
Unharnessed, free or by a king bestrode
Like wave traversing grassland free of plough
It still pursues its quest yet even now
Note: This is the oldest of the many white horses carved into chalk hillsides across southern England. It has been dated to The Bronze or Iron ages. (Pre-Roman occupation)
An Eroded Heart
When you see me the smile shall not vanish from my face
But peep into my heart it is laden with tears of an eroded heart
Burdened with the sorrows of the self and of others around me
A soul that knows nothing but survives on the language of love
Much love have I received when I held the hands of pain and suffering
Much shattered have I been by the masks of ego that bestrode by my side
Destiny's unkindness of distancing family ties since early childhood
Were lessons for humanitarian reprieve in lives of others around me
Oft insulted and abused but forgiving next morn with my famous sunny smile
January 28, 2016
Lilac Bliss
Passion clouds.
Kindred spirits beyond azure sky,
God's compassionate vows: peace, love…joy.
Turbulent winds impervious hope
Bestrode life melody, freedom.
Crescent aquamarine moonlight elation
Awestruck, family prayers calm desire.
Northern light hot kiss, lilac bliss… haven.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 7, 2010
Forgive me, Linda-Marie. I couldn’t help myself. When I saw your Poetry in Motion
challenge, even though I wasn’t tagged, I wrote a poem. I missed playing “Poetry in Motion”
on Poetry.com. And as before, it was great fun!!! I hope you do not mind.
Smiles, Dane Ann
The
style
giant
who bestrode-
florid art nouveau
and a linear art deco
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ren%C3%A9_Lalique
To hang beneath such skies as these,
Sheet blue glass, marbled with white,
Clouds threading wisps on a day to seize
This glory before the fall of night.
I stared aloft with blood infused
With springtime’s amphetamine jolts,
With dandelion seeds and daffodil juice
And the sparks from lightening bolts.
And in this cool, stately reverie
As greenfly crawled upon the rose,
The world it shrank microscopically
To elements of poetry and prose.
A poem of love, the soft whispering words
Dripped from the murmur of my lips
And drowned the sound of bees and birds,
Becalmed the sails of the sailing ships.
To listen as a vacuum ruled the earth,
To the rhyme wrought in this magic hour,
A poem of love, a colossus of worth
Bestrode the day with its’ power…
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