VEXILLUM
angel stood
disconnected
once-white spikes
muddy scarlet
as if an escutcheon
drowned his form
disbanded
his blade
dumped
damaged
discarded
discernments
cast downward
with
edges shifting,
doubted mercifulness
oriflamme yearning
whilst
every ward
defied
3rd Place contest winner
Written: July 28, 2022
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
discernments, analogy, change, crush,
Form: Other
The threefold flame of Christ keeps burning bright
Deep in our hearts sown as seed of our life
Its plumes flare as soothing fountain of light
Guards mind and soul when devil’s snare runs rife.
Threefold flame of Christ is a faithful friend
With trio-arms hugging our discernments~
God’s power, God’s wisdom and God’s love blend
For our Christian growth and empowerment.
God’s power sparks our strength and endurance
God’s wisdom directs our gifts of free-will
God’s love glows our compassion’s abundance
In our emptiness, His Trinity refills.
If we hold the grip of Christ’s threefold flame
We’ll not walk spiritually blind or lame.
July 20,2022 10.35pm
Categories:
discernments, spiritual,
Form: Sonnet
A world with colours bright and true.
Greets wandering eyes' welcomed view.
Beyond the beauty there is need.
The atoms know light's secret deed.
Each color has a special task.
Reflected light unfolds its mask.
And souls intrigued by rainbows’ shine.
Shall once in heaven, know God's rhyme?
Awareness faltered by man's play.
Upon subconscious minds does prey.
Discernments stored in distant pasts.
Awaken truths that have been cast.
Perception can great wisdoms find.
Reflected to us from God's mind.
This poem was written for the Colour and Perception portions of Brian Strand’s Intervals
Categories:
discernments, visionary
Form: Couplet
I come of age soon
On another birthday
But manhood like the moon
Though ripe
Is far away.
I am not wine
Aged by time
In a bottle, floating on the sea
Of inebriated desire
I am
Who I am
More than a vessel of desire
A man should break
No promises
And hold his vision
Like a star
In a telescopes focus
Flying upward in faith
For we are born
To be astronauts.
A man should walk in the sunshine
Of his gardens
And dance in the music
Of his children's eyes
Because they are proud
To honor him
Like he always has honored their mother
Even she fed him
Nothing but peanut butter.
I come of age
When my quest is done
When all the shadows
Like footsteps before me fall
And I follow
Knowing I had dreams
And I did them all
No service
Sitting in the pall.
Categories:
discernments, introspection
Form: Free verse