With A Strength Like This

I like the way the sidewalk breaks and bulges up and outward

from hidden roots beneath its square form

as if to say:

"Your concrete cannot block me no matter how hard you think you are. No obstructions can deny My Power."

I look to be grounded with a strength like this, only known to me in fast flashes through my life and heart.

Beat heavy on my leaves

cold dark rain

I shiver down the streets

entranced by moon glow on clouds

and its effect on me.

Such a simple, impossible grace to float with colors

and

with a strength like this.

I am lost in the world

but

find home in the tremendous hammering of the Earth's fiery heart.

Exposed to all corruption

She still leaps up

undaunted, brave, deep and twisted wounds gouge her.

She burns like a peaceful village,

gets ransacked by dark invaders

but rises back

with a resilience

born from Immortal Spirit.

Her prowess is a delicate but magical wand

turning dull, groggy mornings

into frosty sparkles shimmering out her brilliant essence.

Feeding all, giving all, then takes its back, and circles relentless.

She prowls with endless hunger for balance

She tempts the furious waves with her boiling burn for Freedom-

Fearless of Anything.

She gets stuck with Red Flags in her spine,

she twists, and shouts, and bellows,

A tempest struggle,

then breaks free

She sings a Cosmic, radiant Song day and night

sonorously serene and deadly violent with a mysterious strength and unfailing inspiration.

She leads poet's pens into melting horizons-

streaks the unknown imagination of men, women, and Gods,

bizarre and fantastic creatures loom, hide, and light up in her depths.

She is a beautiful strange spy moving through the heavens

like a fierce force

full of wounds and passions

constantly searching for Resolve and Growth.

An invisible dancer intrigues her procession

and breathes her steady jewels in and out

like a Sacred meeting between lovers.

She burns the heavens with her dreams

and the heavens burn her back.

She can strangle her tormentors from the strappado,

she rips her strait-jacket off with a sputtering flame and tide.

She rolls and spins beneath a Selene glow

giving off Angelic shines to snowflakes and everything else dwelling on her residence.

She longs for peace even though she has been trampled by war and decorated in blood.

Nothing is impossible for her.

She has seen and felt it all,

from the fiery tips of nuclear arrows beaming through her face,

to the cries of human race rising through her thoughts and dreams

overbrimming with silent screams and new languages smoking through her heart

like hordes of Armies both soft and cruel, flashing golden aches and dark migraines

in her temples, heart and brain.

She seems to browse every library of human emotion there is and beyond

and sets every scene for the drama played out on her stage.

Yes, the earth spurts joyous wonders from her face in all the hues she so elegantly displays again and again;

behind her every season

a secret longing to become something more than

Tempo, Temple, Thorn-back, Sea, and Thunder-Stone

but a positive angelic force working as One with the human race-

a deep magnetic yearning to have her voice sink like an anchor

in our hearts if we can ever silence our minds to hear her.

With a strength like this

With a strength like this

Who knows what possible miracles could be?

Reviews

[Scott Lee]

Thank you for your thoughts EscstasyinFantasy. Nice name by the way. I like that.

[Chaise Nicole]

Thank you!

[Chaise Nicole]

The beginning doesn't have quite the same effect as the rest of the poem, but you have some fantastic, breathtaking lines as the poem goes on. "She has seen and felt it all,
from the fiery tips of nuclear arrows beaming through her face,
to the cries of human race rising through her thoughts and dreams
overbrimming with silent screams and new languages smoking through her heart" Is my favorite line.