Mythology

A cry is heard in the desert night.

I am calmed, now wandering lost.

Weary of the hills which bore me.

I will replace this face with one of the ancient gallery.

This has become my salvation this wreck of words in a starless night.

With paper and pen I will bandage the wound.

My soul fluttering under ink stained miseries.

A cry to the universe that I do exist,

I am more than this flesh and bone.

This muscle and sinew.

I am the wolves howling,

I am the wind rushing.

I am the desert bejeweled and red.

Constructing my own mythology,

of patch worked mountains,

the mythic swamps and open desert.

The many highways, I've known.

Soul ignited,

I have found my skin.

Author's Note

This is very rough. Just want critiques and other feedback. Please tell me more than this is awesome thank you. *Not that I'm saying it is or isn't awesome. I just want your truthful opinion.

Reviews

[Abhra]

The poem starts to gather momentum from the third stanza. It's beautifully woven. I love the closing. This is about a journey within oneself. And to have found my skin can be interpreted in so many ways. I humbly suggest editing the first two stanzas. Hope it helps,
Abhra

[Larry Dyson]

yes...sheathed in the skin you described well..perhaps more description in Pagan terms.. a full blown piece on the rewards?

[TreeSpirit]

Ok, i know that u told us not to just say this is awesome so i will say that it is wonderful. I believe that if we all just let our spirit flow from our hands to out pens to the paper that we hold we will be much better then before. I really liked the poem.

[Miss Mary Jane]

The face in the ancient gallery refers to Greek and Roman theatre.

[Susanna F]

I'm not sure I'm the best person to be critiquing poetry, since I never formally studied it. However, I read poems like I read stories - and this one drew me in with it's immediate introduction of the "problem," with imagery of the desert both beautiful and barren, the the mystery - what is meant by "I will replace this face"? It becomes apparent in the next stanza, a wounded soul is in need of healing, seeking refuge as I do in words. This existential crisis is shown in the third stanza, the fourth shows the actions taken (and this is something I have done as well, you seem to know our souls). And the resolution is perfect. So in my humble opinion, it's absolutely beautiful.