Bleak and Bliss

Bleak and Bliss

A Poem by Namyh
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We bring our flaws and our strengths to every choice we make

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Bleak and Bliss

On the slope of a hilltop, a steep mountain did drop
down to the rapids of a river named Syn.
Panic in the rain’s roar plunged on its slanted floor.
Bleak, on a horse of bones, galloped down the wind.

Behind, Greed and Envy rode their palomino steeds
with Wrath next to Lust and Chaos in the night.
To a town called Choice raced Bleak and his marauders
‘cross a moon where horses shine skinless in the light.

Daylight would be coming soon, sizzling hot the sand dunes.
Faith, Hope and Charity waited dawn’s light to kiss.
Their horses neighed a cry! Love and Justice looked to sky.
Through the rays of the Sun like a fist galloped Bliss.

On streaks of sultry sizzling sand, his horse Sunlight burned red.
Bliss waved a hand and beckoned with a blast of booming voice.
Off the sand dune they did heed, self-propelled by hooves of speed,
to catch Sunlight’s blistered blaze now inbound and aimed for Choice.

And flickering ‘cross horizon stars betwixt
the moonlight’s beams and bars,
Bleak and Bliss rode prairies ‘til they reached a half-mile gap.
Seeing Choice ahead, they tightened reins
to jump that impasse half-mile gain,
and fearless leaped the chasm, hooves in air landing pat.

Our human halves of Bleak and Bliss
are flaws and strengths we would commit
to reach a Choice that we need make
requires always…..some Leap of Faith.


Namyh

© 2019 Namyh


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Did this take awhile or did it just flow out of u? I'm not on this level yet.well done

Posted 7 Years Ago


There is so much here in this poem. It seems very complicated, but its message is simple. I like that you attempted to personify the subjects and turn your message into a story.

Posted 7 Years Ago



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