Until, I find I am burning in these halls of splendor crying with no beginning and no end.
Walking down a hall of splendor, simplicity smiles from the edges fragilely. My eyes are enchanted by empty hearts, gliding to transform their fates, aflame in all their need.
Closing in are hands from years falling through the comforts, I know nothing of. Quickly clouding my field of vision, I see what I cannot dream of ever promising in any sound of love.
Fires burn and invitingly wake me to stand visible to all aching hearts. Yet I cannot see what they seek to win. Until, I find I am burning in these halls of splendor crying with no beginning and no end.
I set out to write all that I am and found in time I had penned a tale that left footprints on the souls of those who had looked into the flickering fire of my heart, thinking they knew me well.
the last stanza is amazing. It is strong and bold. Footprints on the soul I love the way you worded that. You poems always cause me to think and I have to go back and reread a few stanzas because it made me drift off into my own thoughts. You have such stunning imagery and beautiful tales in your poems. Walking through the halls with splendor...what is more grand than that. I love the visual of that line.
Stunning. You have redefined what I choose to read. Simple as that. I save your work till the quiet at the end of shift so I can savour it. And this one was caviar.
Few people will we allow in to see who we are. Fear and disappointment can create a safety and prison.
"Yet I cannot see what they seek to win.
Until, I find I am burning in these halls of splendor
crying with no beginning and no end."
A strong ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote
This was fantastic. The last paragraph was my favorite. As writers I think we all hope to leave footprints on the souls of those who read us. Brilliant write!
Im speechless. This is one of the most intimate poems I've ever read.
This is like the wall of water that charges forth when the dam breaks.
You swept me away.
"...thinking they knew me well." Wow. My mother once said she felt she'd not know me at all if not for my music and poetry. That is nearly all together another story, but anyway... I don't know how you do it - write this deeply every time apparently every day. You are exceptional and extraordinary in this way.
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