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Read Poems by Carlos DeBattista

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A Pilgrim

A Pilgrim
(A song for 'Dia')

I come here at night's edge,
This parlour of hidden shadows
Questing for
Some measure of solace
From the bible black grind
Of mundane despair.

She is wearing white,
My Magdalene
My source of wonderment,
Thunder child
Storm raven
My crucible of momentary Eden

We are all searchers in the end
All weary marchers
Down the long winding road
From the cradle to the grave
Lovers poets fighters and slaves
Lords at midsummer
Winter's bedraggled paupers

God you are even more beautiful then I recall

The Raven woman
Speaks in tongues
Many faced
Her magpie soul
Joyfully treacherous
Am I the fool
Prowling after true love
In this tangle of thorns
Where carrion children
Play and frolick
Over the bones
Of heroes fallen
And hope forlorn?

Tonight the storm child 
Is screaming
My heart pounds a battle song
My soul sings the dirge
Of princes
Bereft of kingdom and country 
Queen and cause.

What have we come to my brothers? 

I love this sweetly rotting humanity
This slowly withering dream
That aspires to utopia
But falls short on emotion.

I am the lost soul
No harbour no anchor
No star to navigate by
drifter storm tossed
My back has been broken
My spirit quelled
The poet in me muted
Dead in life

City of a thousand echoes
City of heroes
In the dead of night
Streets  are silent
Empty, pristine
In a fractured sort of way
So perilous as to
Chill the clear heart
And scar
The unready soul
And her name
Is mystery
Wherein lies her power! 


Copyright © Carlos DeBattista | Year Posted 2013


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  1. Date: 2/26/2016 4:12:00 PM

    Awesome free verse.
  1. Date: 1/4/2016 1:47:00 PM

    Carlos, enjoyed reading your poem. Hugs **SKAT**