Seeking My Sword.

Metaphysical quest to find my sword. A poem John Phoenix Hutchinson (C)2012..

Seeking My Sword

Spirit upon a holy quest,
Tucked firmly inside manly breast.
 Pilgrim burned in experience's fire,
 Escapes slowly, cautiously, deathly  mire

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A secret self, yearns for a weapon of deliverance........



Many sorrowful paths taken, wrong choices.
False messiahs preached with devil tongued voices.
The way was shut because I would not listen.
In emotional toil, lost love, I christen.



At the lowest point a realization.......



There was something mystical hidden inside.
A path to take, far away from ever so evil tide.
A way of knowledge, imagination, a golden hoard.
Stone entrenched before me a metaphysical sword.



Can I at last rise to the challenge..........



Hand grasps firmly at golden hilt.
Angels surround me with ethereal quilt.
The sun breaks through misty sward.
I raise triumphant with vitality's sword!

Author's Note

I have found my sword and after tears of sadness, at last ones of joy.

Reviews

[Katherine Enma Pineappl..]

This is an excellent poem you have here. Not only does it bring a nice image in mind but its message, hidden through your lovely choice of words, is inspiring. A favorite of mine is your last line for it really brings the image of triumph, of someone raising their sword up high with sweat glistening on his face.

Now that my friend is a beautiful image you have implanted in my mind.

Nice write :D

[John Phoenix Hutchinson.]

Thank you Katherine it turned out rather well in my mind and I seem to be improving at this poetry lark :)

[That_Girl]

The message is quiet but strong. Rhymes are pretty solid. Well done!

[John Phoenix Hutchinson.]

Thank you :)

[James William Dyer]

I like how you take personal aspects and make them into fantasy metaphors.

[John Phoenix Hutchinson.]

I love the mixing metaphysics with myth. Works really well I think.

[Athera Rose]

Amazing! I just love your choice of words.
"False messiahs preached with devil tongued voices."
love this line the best :)

[John Phoenix Hutchinson.]

Temptation will not get me in its grasp again.

[Mary]

journey to triumph! well written. the allusions to the Merlin tale makes your story all the more powerful. Well done write.

[John Phoenix Hutchinson.]

I love the mixing metaphysics with myth. Works really well I think. Thanks Mary.

[PublishingAgent]

Metaphysics with myth!!! Great name for a heavy rock band!

[RachelReaper]

this sounds like the kind of writing that could have been written a long time ago, like in the ancient Greek days of legends and such, I like this one, the message is very clear.

[John Phoenix Hutchinson.]

I love the mixing metaphysics with myth. Works really well I think.

[RachelReaper]

mm-hm :)

[Mia]

You really have a way with words. It’s so artistic. This is wonderful!

"There was something mystical hidden inside.
A path to take, far away from ever so evil tide."

Those were my favourite lines.

[John Phoenix Hutchinson.]

Thank you Mia....am in good form at the moment long may it continue:)

[Mia]

I have no doubt that it will but just in case...I'll keep my fingers crossed :)
You're very welcome.

[Barbara Walker]

Great write! Good imagery and rhythm and flow.

[Abdul Batin Osman Bey]

great deep write loved it

[John Phoenix Hutchinson.]

cheers Abdul.

[lee von cleef]

The wisdom of a barn owl,packs through your lark , a poets nightingale, lets you lift what you could not had you not the faith of Angels ,to create your "zone of Creativity"
(Patric Donovan a writer here in the cafe) yep , a kick a*s open road ,stop every now and the to carry a turtle off the road, or be a nut like me and scrape the road kill, before it becomes a grease spot.

[John Phoenix Hutchinson.]

Yes that's right.......

[quinfinn]

this is awe inspiring and you have painted a very ornate picture with your words
well met, sir...oh, and don't forget to embrace your victory in humble reverence

[John Phoenix Hutchinson.]

Humble ........now there's another subject for a poem.

[quinfinn]

absolutely right