I am...

I am...

A Poem by Randal Bright

 

I am the rising sun!
Pouring cascades of amber star-dust,
Marmalade skies that blossom with lilac and hycinanth flowers.
I am April, the cruelest of the months.
Life bleeding through dead men’s chest,
Stretched tight is my stairway, ascending through solid ground.
I am vermillion, Scarlet red!
Blood flowing through Siegfried’s never healing wounds!
I am the flame of the funeral pyre
Whereth we all burn!
I lick the bodies of the dead with my burning tongue,
 All dead men taste the same.
I am the dusk after dawn, foul horror of the night!
I am love!
Distraught, anxious, wanting, needing!
My heart yearning, yearning for it all!
My eyes assured,
My eyes disillusioned
I am love!
Mixing memory and desire
Mixing dream and reality
I am ever shifting, ever changing within the moment’s notice—
Yet my love stays the same.
I am the somber harmonies of mid-winter!
Oh such a world! Such a world!
How dark it has become, how cold!
Do I stand before the world as I am?
A dried husk drained of all dreams,
Left to dry under blistering heat?
To be set vivid against hoarfrost and ebon twilight?
I am Grendel, I am a beast! A demon from depths not known to man!
I am a beast with no home,
Long gone is any notion of place or thing.
Far beyond the sea I have drifted
I am lost, I am lost.
Deluge and ramparts borne under sorrow and gloom—
I am darkness
I am all you assume.
I am wilted, I am burnt.
I am happy, I am in love.
I am everything
Everything and all above.
 

© 2009 Randal Bright


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Dear William,

This is a very interesting poem. I greatly enjoyed the wonderful superposition of properties you attribute to yourself (Mankind?) and mirroring this in the words of TS Eliot, legends of Siegfried, and Beowulf. Yes we are all the rising sun. We are all darkness. We are wilted and happy. We are monsters and lovers.

Marvelously woven.

Best regards,

Rick

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Love in all it's great and terrible forms.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Deep, very deep. i had to read it about 3 times to really get it. its definitely worth a 4th read too

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dear William,

This is a very interesting poem. I greatly enjoyed the wonderful superposition of properties you attribute to yourself (Mankind?) and mirroring this in the words of TS Eliot, legends of Siegfried, and Beowulf. Yes we are all the rising sun. We are all darkness. We are wilted and happy. We are monsters and lovers.

Marvelously woven.

Best regards,

Rick

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow.. That's pretty good.. From a death tone to a passionate tone..

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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I am William Bowers (Pen name Randal Bright). I love music, and it is all I have in my life. I hear things, I see things, I feel things that I really can't explain, yet I can express them with any for.. more..

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