FLIGHT OF STEPS-:-
traditional
ziggurat
visualised
cultural
references
of MIGRATION OF MYTHS
widely
read
translated
entablature
structures
PERSONALLY SELECTED
common
criteria
preserved
separate
independent
The death of me - unsure when that will be.
I need to live without dark thoughts at night.
To trip the wire, and close the blinds sans sight,
and wing my soul into eternal spree…
The day “I died,” it’s surely sad - not I.
I do behold the eyes of Christ - his, mine.
I hear the angels’ bliss in praise divine.
Elsewhere, with teardrop-kiss, kin bid goodbye.
I’m satisfied in imperfected steps.
I’ve stepped into abode, where all’s made right.
I greet departed folk - I’m on a high.
My kids cannot pursue this flight of steps.
It is their time to live, not die - to fight.
At great divide - we all peruse blue sky.
4/16/2023
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Envelope Sonnet
abbacddcefgefg iambic pentameter
One flight of steps down
you can smell it
the putrid odour of urine
your eyes must adjust to the darkness
then you hear it
in the distance
Clunk, thud, Clunk
the sound of metal on stone
followed by loud swears
Funk, thud, Funk
closer now
Then you see him
a begrimed creature
Hobbling on a crutch
propping his metal leg,
lost in the war
War
had broken him,
physically
furrowed pain upon his face
he still rues his lost foot
People call him “Footroo”
Cause he hops like one
he spends his days underground
away from the nastiness
new enemies abound
Peace (huh)
had shattered him,
mentally.
This is his bomb-shelter now…
Peculiar, screwy, winding staircase
With a dull shine, from yellow dimming bulb
Together with fractured, clumsy, flight of steps
Squeaking, as steps ascend into a shadow
Among smelly air bolts, from the dark spaces
Appears visible specks of dust balls, in abundance
Lofty windows, grasping light emission
In metallic strains of cloudiness
Crossbars of the morning sun
Twinkle on capacity chests broken
Close by- brittle trunks worn out
Rain spills, dribbling, occasionally
Into the dim boudoir
With old clutter furniture
Where dreams are elevated
And the phantoms of the night
With shadows, profound, around the quarters
Of murky dim spaces
Comes moonlight full
Into the eminent body
Of a profound, established
Adolescence, Sky Parlor
The Loss of A Loved One
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can snip.
It tears at my heart daily with writhing pain.
I love you every day.
And now I will miss you every day
Not only had you gone,
but--and bear with me here—
a part of my very being had gone with you.
It harms so much to sit here and see,
the affection we had in the beginning is no longer going to be.
You are stolen from me,
the way to have you live on,
is to never stop loving you.
If tears could build a flight of steps,
And memoirs a road,
I’d walk right up to Dreamland
And bring you home again.
The pain of misery is the fee we pay for affection.
You saw the blackness fall from the sky
You’re winded after climbing a flight of steps
The anxiety in your body rising
As you blink at pair of dark wings
They come during the days of tears and sadness
Bringing faith inside of you
Once our falsification lies beneath
Then we are their shadows
They bring us above the agony
In this hole of pain and suffering
Your beliefs become enemies
As your spirit walk away
The beautiful black angels
We rest under their shining black feathers
And drink the hopeless of their shadows
But help given always need returning
They open up their anger
You cry, you yell as you slip into darkness
Like a pair of wings hiding you
From the pureness in the air
My beautiful black angels
Look at me with your darkened dim eyes
Listen to my heart beat fading
As I sleep my way to heaven…
Sinister is the staircase -
the light switch out of reach.
How could my eye find way,
differ honor and breach?
Head dashed against the walls
and lurching I lost course.
Lead these stairs up or down?
Mind like an empty bourse.
Sweet voices call my name
from heaven and from hell
But how do they vary?
Both sound so tempting well.
I will regret my step
wherever I will go:
This step the fall or raise
of my own heart will show.
Confused and blind I seize
the stairway of my life.
Doubts and fears and worries
come only to be rife.
Ere my legs turned jelly
my last cry was for help.
I lost my way and light -
Lord, hear my desperate yelp!
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