Crumbled bread i follow To the scattered signs The hidden bushes are blazing No longer able to survive Concealed mystic longing is sitting around The haunted voices are sneaking Deeper with marching armies And the sentinels are petrified Phantom of desires and lust is dragging the sturdy spirit The mountains are falling And the skies strongly collide The alibis are choking And the doors are slamming to the lies
The imagery and the flow here are truly in sync. This is powerful and the subtle religious parallels fit very well and take the poem to a different level, well done.
The lines were strong and hidden story in between the words. I wanted to read more. The poem open the door to long conversations with no real answers. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote
This is the first piece I've read by you and I'm blown away...the images and form are incredibly striking...I loved the bit about haunting voices and petrified sentinels...the feeling of fear is unavoidable in these words, yet there is almost an element of hope in the idea of the doors slamming to the lies...awesome piece all around :)
"the cave you fear the enter, holds the treasure you seek"
Joseph cambell
this quote is my thriving recipe for dwelling in the enchanting castle of words, more..