Bifrost

Yes, dreams are made of molten silk
For passions burn though love is soft
For pleasures of a tender ilk
The battle horn is held aloft

But why the thirst, the endless quest?
The pool of life does not run dry
And why that pounding in the chest
When that pool can reflect the sky?

In blissful stasis dreams can float
Like lillies blooming in the pool
A chance to blossom and to gloat
And your own little heart to fool

And is that all there is to it?
Or can some zephyr make you dance?
Some waves, a splash, call your spirit!
For this might be your only chance

The bridge is blazing, gladly burn
Drink in the rainbow with your eyes
Claw at the stars or back you turn
You wake or sleep, your body dies

The Bifrost beckons, moonlight waits
Embrace the pain, and leave your pond
Forever open are the Gates
Of unseen realms that lie beyond

Author's Note

The "Bifrost" in Norse mythology was a burning rainbow bridge between Asgard (heaven) and Midgard (the human world).

Reviews

[Hayley]

Oh, Shreyas, this is wonderful! The rhyme and meter are honestly impressive, too.

"In blissful stasis dreams can float
Like lillies blooming in the pool
A chance to blossom and to gloat
And your own little heart to fool"

I love this stanza; I keep re-reading it. It has a tranquil feel, but a foolish feel, like the reader simply insists on lying to him or herself without really knowing it. Dreams can be reality, but we trick ourselves into our boundaries, our limits.

"The Bifrost beckons, moonlight waits
Embrace the pain, and leave your pond
Forever open are the Gates
Of unseen realms that lie beyond"

I see this as of course life vs. death, but rainbows are a sign from the heavens with happiness and hope. However, in the mean time, we have to embrace our pain, suck it up, leave our comfort zones, and take stock in our faith, whatever that may be.
This is open to interpretation on so many levels... I'll just sit and marvel at these words!

[Luna Azul]

I really liked this poem and I personally thought it gave a perspective of our everday lives and hpw there can be so much more to it. I enjoyed it! Keep writing!

[Augustus]

Thank you Luna!

[Pete Langley]

Augustus, you have achieved real beauty in this piece. I think it is probably the best classic verse I have read on here bar none. Your beautifully crafted discussion on love represents, for me, the essence of poetry, captivating in imagery, intoxicating in consumption. Thank you. P.

[Augustus]

Thank you Pete! :)

[Hadewijch Lady of the N..]

I enjoyed this one immensely! your beautiful words touched and warmed my heathen heart.

Lovely work!


Hail from the North,

Hadewijch

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Augustus,

This was greatly enjoyed. I loved the last stanza the best.

Very best regards,

Rick

[Dinesh Sairam]

One thing that irked me, was the breaking up of sentences, as in 'Some waves, a splash, call your spirit' and 'You wake or sleep, your body dies', but this is very excusable. Another thing is that every line seem independent as apposed to 'connected'- and this is probably because of the lack of punctuation.. but I'll leave that to you.

But ultimately, the rhyme and rhythm go in together like bread and butter.. and it's very delightful to even read them without really paying attention to the imagery (Which I am, as Abdul, a bit speculative of)-- as TS Elliot would say "Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood".

My favorite lines are:

The pool of life does not run dry
And why that pounding in the chest
When that pool can reflect the sky?

A chance to blossom and to gloat
And your own little heart to fool

From the title, I guess the initial inspiration was from the movie "Thor".. at least, it's a probability :P Oh.. and I have to say, I came here from a tagged post by Abdul. So credit's on him.

Keep writing.

[Abdul Aziz]

Norse mythology?! Is there anything you haven't learnt yet? :D

I don't really 'get' this poem. I think I'll have to read Norse mythology to fully understand it, but, God, what an awesomely written poem it is. The meter is impeccable. And the best thing about it is that the meter drives the rhythm forward, instead of retarding it.

I agree with Hayley in that this is open to many different interpretations. But I do not want to disgrace this poem with personal opinions as to its meaning. What I can do, however is to affirm its technical superiority, and its seamless interplay with imagery and emotion.

Top notch, however way I look at it. Quoting favourite passages will be futile, for I love this poem in its entirety.

Thank you for letting the world enjoy a treasure from your mind, mate!