All roads lead from Rome

A Response Poem

I just received

a poem

from Rome

it took me home

to days of what I thought

was frivolous dreaming

my coat of many colors

ricocheted off stray sunbeams

and I suddenly grew up

into a life

of stubborn greys.

Words reignited

life I forgot

My soul, in a moment

bathed in ubiquitous bright yellow - 

and another calming color

I've never seen before

My spirit, deep within

caught a positively gut-wrenching whiff

of my inner

Joseph. 

Author's Note

This is, in fact, something which happened to me, today. Below is the poem a loved one sent me this morning:

From Rome

Your dreams have names, known to Abba
He wrote them across your heart
One day, these dreams will fly

So protect your mind through
life's brutal storms,
submit to His methods, guaranteed to
produce a harvest, lush and abundant
at the appointed time.

seasons will evolve:
change is coming.

Reviews

[Fatimah Hakami]

The beauty in the world is in the eyes and heart of the pure lovers
Sometimes I wish I was bird so I can fly from beautiful view to anther..
I like your poem sweet..
Give me a spirit to travel with my mind little bit..

[SleeplessVolcano]

We can fly. If we believe we can. Our horizons are only limited by our own belief.

[Fatimah Hakami]

Not all free..
Not all can fly..
Maybe in dream yes..
But not in my..

[SleeplessVolcano]

Let me answer you with the short but profound poem by Jessie Rittenhouse......

My wage

I bargained with Life for a penny,
And Life would pay no more,
However I begged at evening
When I counted my scanty store;

For Life is a just employer,
He gives you what you ask,
But once you have set the wages,
Why, you must bear the task.

I worked for a menial's hire,
Only to learn, dismayed,
That any wage I had asked of Life,
Life would have paid.

[Fatimah Hakami]

If we have the chance to choose our lives..
If we have the way to make this work..
I will never suffer this sadness through this days..
My life is not that important to complete the fight for..
But my youngest part of my fresh blood and meet..
Is all what I will cost my life for..
As payment just to be sure..
That she will life as Queen in her Kingdom but not as servant to some...
Enough no more..
Hope for better future..
Hope for my soul to fly freely without no cage...
Hope for..
Hope..

[B]

I love how you linked the poem to "Joseph"
One wonders
do all roads lead to rome
Or is that one decision one takes that changes the entire path
to a world of serendipity and bliss
all roads lead to a lover
because its a loop never ending
to the one

[SleeplessVolcano]

No, they lead "from" Rome....;P

"Joseph" could only fit in at the end, because the story - as always - started with "Abba"..... :)

The loop does end though....(not the one I am talking about.....but the one you mentioned)

[B]

It's never going to end
I know it won't.
How will it end in your opinion

[SleeplessVolcano]

Now that is a million dollar question. I will ponder on it over 5am coffee tomorrow morning.....

[B]

You know I am right
Just admit it !!!!
Give in already .... I have :)

[SleeplessVolcano]

I question my own convictions all the time....I guess it is merely natural for me to question the convictions - or lack thereof - of others. Natural, but not necessarily fair. But life is not fair, right?

And about whether you are right....your guess is as good as mine ;)

[B]

Life is fair
People are not
But despite that
God gives fairly

[Ken Simm.]

Obviously this is a very personal write but it also has the ability to charge into the readers thoughts and allow them to make of it what they will according to their own experience.
The first impressions I take from biblical and religious sources are underpinned by some lovely visual elements and thoughts of place and time. Excellent work.

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thanks Ken. Isn't poetry the most satisfying when it can be personal too? I am glad that a little bit of this one could echo positively.....