My Home

a lament over the length of the journey

My Home                                                                  2005

 

From lost beyond the towering peaks

whose frosted whites loft-tinged in pinks of sunset,

‘Cross barren lands long tortured sands

an empty ‘spanse of waves whipped high-wind howling,

to waters deep with secrets drowned,

long shadows reach their fingers round my heart,

yearn to crush the dying embers,

douse and still this hopes last seed-sequestered here,

commit unto its shallow grave,

undying dream with no respite-voice silenced.

 

But this seed was sown in the dawn of time,

from the Tree of Life to this fertile field,

the fertile field of my eager mind,

where in ten thousand lives of long pursuit,

the hope still burns-to never die,

that this bard in renaissance find sooth.

 

Sooth-that the shackles e’er shall cleave,

Sooth-find peace of both heart and soul,

Sooth-that those deaf at last will hear,

Sooth-I am finally free to go.

 

To travel on past the waters deep,

‘cross the barren lands and the wind-whipped sands,

at last to climb the towering peaks,

and pass again unto my home.

 

by Rikkevi Rue

copyright 2010

Author's Note

wrote this 5 years ago

Reviews

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that's deep..you have captured a feel of bygone age..Sooth works so well to give this a classical feel, as if I am immersed in a wuthering heights picture..it's really captivating..your descriptive phrases is quite enchanting to visualise..lovely writing with as always your unique style

[Moonflower]

This was intense and filled with dipping and curling landscapes, both physical and mental. A broadening outlook on your own self, very beautiful write. I enjoyed the read ;)

[Bard Constantine]

Speaks clearly with the voice a true poet... the language is laden with magic, creating imagery that vividly imprints on the consciousness... very impressive writing...

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

there's a hue of the hero's journey seeded through in wonderment within this epic classic poetic movement~mesmerizing composition~these are the poems that beg to be read aloud for its verdant use of phonics~and crisp consonants~