In a chariot of fire in the sun
blew a pale horse and pale rider’s last breath,
and on your grave sings a boding raven
in the shadows of the valley of death.
Where no graven image rise from its bones,
only a cold wormwood wind on death row
pipes through the rushes beyond the tombstones
where time cut short above stood still below.
But far more does sound a haunting in me
as if your faint voice my ear passing through -
and I trapped betwixt next world and earthly
sit this day communing with God and you.
Yet I fear death itself I shall not mourn
when diviners blow its fiery flamed horn.
Written: July 1995
Categories:
diviners, bereavement, death,
Form: Sonnet
Once upon a life time
When the flowing streams were
Caged behind the backs of steep mountains
Where brothers and sisters perished
Because of rebellion to slavery
There was heard from a distance
a sound so profound it released
Certain demons through it's melody
Dedicating humble spirits to servitude in an island of solitary men
Breathing malice through it's nostrils, fumbling with unwritten lyrics of nostalgia, sickening to the ear like the bowel symphonies of hungry children in Somalia
A mysteriously different kind of malaria
When phantoms perverted the justice and order of fair governance
And nurtured disgust in the hands of foreign slave drivers,
Diviners, digging up lost silverstones and confusing ravenous lightning rods in the heavy hand of Zeus
Pointing towards the skies in search of some hidden knowledge among the stars
A seemingly serious kind of pain torturing the humble rhythm, leaving it in scars.
Categories:
diviners, allegory, allusion, art, atheist,
Form: Free verse
Oh, what a beautiful tree
With glistening leaves
I wonder if it has fruit
That will cause me to believe
...again
Wow! What a tall building
It ascends into the sky
I wonder if it contains answers
That will tell my why information flies
...upward
What on earth is that
What is that thing man is building
Claiming water is coming
To the object his GOD is gilding
...outside the box
It looks like a tree on the surface
With branches and roots running deep and wide
But it looks like a building
Once you take the courage to step inside
...to learn
The structure is invisible to sight
But the sighted choose to be blind
They rail on and on, boasting of freedom
While setting bound in a double bind
...of methodology
What River of Life can float
A tugboat made for launching liners
Into an Ocean of the abyss
Where patterned patrons worship diviners
...of magic
Systems, Systems, ever climbing systems
Of powerful knowledge, how can puppets resist 'em
I wonder if silencing the five senses
Will fit us with lenses
...to KNOW
Truth
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-15-2019
Categories:
diviners, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
…undeniably tattered and shredded
my itinerary compromised by being
considered as prey and being
expected as a masochistic self-flagellator
losing revenue to the big gun’s atrocious tillage of the mind’s phosphorescence
I bagged the boy’s brigade for being bridges
and then being able to be
nearly my own cerebracy and again
appreciating my own celibacy …
in a rational loss of solicitude for
those obliquely using or anti
I built ramparts against the banality
of the ill-advised and the
ephemeral lacy streak of zig-zaggers
and water-diviners
and lost the locality so as to bequeath my
solid grade before I pop off into
the space of the grey morning light
Now don’t get overstrung
Categories:
diviners, betrayal, emotions, irony, me,
Form: Blank verse
If Envy was a king,
he would kill everyone in his kingdom.
He would kill the cooks,
for he can’t cook as well as they do.
He would kill goldsmiths,
for he can’t make jewelry as well as they do.
He would kill poets,
for he can’t write poems as well as they do.
He would kill hunters,
for he can’t hunt as well as they do.
He would kill diviners,
for he doesn't have any sacred calling as they do.
He would kill painters,
for he can’t paint as well as they do.
He would kill his guards,
for he can’t guard as well as they do….
If Envy was a King,
he would kill everyone in his kingdom.
Categories:
diviners, humanity, identity, imagery, imagination,
Form: Free verse