The Risen Brier

Look clearly Into these eyes,

Do you not see death calling ?

The skin beneath upon my hour drapes as cypress.

Pulling -

I am to be fed once more to the cold bed of Earth,

Mother to the winter brier

But oh...

What red fleshed berry I shall leave

 year upon year.

Look wanting,  as then

   you shall walk in morning white

      and feel its' risen cause;

The voice beneath you hear ?

Lit

In dripping lantern, 

Alone-

 as it ferries on.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the poem. Taste of myth and tale in the words. I liked how you used nature and led to the very good ending.
"Lit
In dripping lantern,
Alone-
as it ferries on."
I like the tone of the poem and how you made me think. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Perdition]

Editing it as we speak. What that "Moon" of influence has done..This door again opened. But I do hope to hold the vest of it as well as add an eerie bite to the cloth. Perhaps even a cape; one never knows..lol. Anyway, "The Risen Brier II" if you will. Thanks Coyote…good to have you here again.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome. Don't open too many doors. Allow the reader to find his way. Don't forget the coins.

[Brittany Zedalis]

I will keep my eye on this one for the editing you do, cape included.

[Perdition]

Crumbs as well. A bartering for the mind…sound and good advice as, of course, I would not leave this first abandoned.
Namaste~

[Perdition]

And to think how close I almost thought I would get to tasting sleep…Way much better this way Luna. The sock drawer monsters at least make a little sense now : )

[Brittany Zedalis]

Hmmm...sleep...I barely know what sleep is anymore, haha.

[Perdition]

It's that darkened thing you see drowning in your feast. You reach out for it but by then the hope of it blanks over and thus you can only watch as so very easily it drifts out to the depths of your nested sea.

[Brittany Zedalis]

That...is a very accurate description. Always just out of reach.

[Brittany Zedalis]

I decided to go further back in your writings on here out of curiosity, and I was not disappointed. This is captivating.

[Perdition]

As I said…thousands to edit by dawn and then a thousand more for sanity sake. Interesting, I haven't been back here in a while. I thought I saw your footprints in the orchard. Well, help yourself to some of these berries and bones…stay as long as you wish and enjoy the breeze. Feel free to throw suggestions into the fire if you wish. I could never dare neglect any thoughts coming from a poet as yourself. Thank you again.

[Brittany Zedalis]

If I think of any suggestions, I'll surely tell you. Your work is already pretty amazing on its own without my suggestions, though. xD

[Priscilla Sayers]

The flow of thoughts that give voice to the nature around us as it too, lives and breathes... The humanity in the absorption of the life that surrounds us, understanding that we are not everything, that we may put our arrogance aside and open up to go beyond "walking in another's shoes", try swaying like the leaves. You my friend can fly, see with the bird's eye, become the force that drives the wind, the warmth that emits from the core of our Earth, the trail of kisses the sun leaves upon bare skin. With words of wisdom, such knowledge profound, never fearing when looking down, no limits to keep you from flight, and that is why dear poet, that is why.... Each piece you write comes from your soul and I do savor each one....
Namaste....
Canvas

[Starfruitanimal]

beautiful words

[K-mo]

This is really good, I like this one

[Perdition]

Thanks K-mo~

[Tara]

oh, I am feeling this one...I see the red fleshed berry as a glimmer of hope ...a gift for those left behind.

[Alisa Js]

Sometimes I am inclined to think the soul gets tired and when it does the ramifications in our mortal bodies can be next to endless...

... and yet, it is our soul that lives forever.

What does this mean in the greater scheme of things? Lessons, lessons, always lessons for the mind that is so inclined to learn.

This one has such a sad and haunting feel to it, not quite of giving up, but skating very close to that boundary line.

Stay strong, you!!!!

;-)

Emotionally speaking, this one is almost off the charts...

alisa ;-)