The Waltz of Angelic Hues

The Waltz of Angelic Hues

A Poem by Joanna Maharis
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This is about the dance through life's passionate waves.

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I am gliding down the icy pole of insanity,
on the brink of disaster.
For I fall into a bloody stream,
only to drown inside your decadent wines.
Shall I always be confounded to this steamy chalice,
my Lord, where I am driven by death defying acts
of fire walking?
Am I to be succumbed by your fruitful visions,
only to waltz through his burning desires?
Where are the angelic hues of blue, green and lavender
to comfort my frozen spirit that dwells inside
a shivering, dark, tomb?
Is sorrow driven to be my groom when angry bombs explode
inside my fragile brain?
Where is the golden falcon to bring forth your loving warmth?
No one drone could ever grow meeker than those who sleep
on humble beds.
For their tired tears cling to plastic eyes,
and divide the somber halo.
Sting me no more with your tyrant need,
but christen my soul with your vengeful sandal,
only to make it bleed into your golden egg.
For I am driven by my holistic channel to follow divinity into
this hazy tunnel.
However, it is your mystical presence that heals my flesh
with feverish marshes so pure and bold.

© 2009 Joanna Maharis


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Myself I normally write in prose but not nearly as elequently as yourself. Wonderful read.

I will be back for more. My door is always open as well but you will not find of me your talent.

Hugs,
Lesa

Posted 15 Years Ago


exquisite, almost ethereal writing here. Very dream like or vision like. This poem breathes, and pleads, like a psalm.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Dark and passionate. Tormented and beseeching. I liked how you tied the pain and suffering into sharing the load of the Lord. In order to follow him, you must take up his burdens. The chance that as a mortal, can you withstand it and can you carry on. Very well written. The prose flows easily and blends well.

Posted 15 Years Ago


I love prose poems... for they are the freest form and are hard to make them great, but you with your philosophical soul search did a brilliant job, everyday we face so many temptations in life and no way can we deny them all for we are human, it just depends on how big of ones and how many times you give in...

Am I to be succumbed by your fruitful visions,
only to waltz through his burning desires?

really a divine question that we must all pose many times in our life.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Added on January 14, 2009

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Joanna Maharis
Joanna Maharis

Kalamazoo, MI



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Graduate of Western Michigan University with a BA degree in Writing, which has been my passion since the tender age of six. Grew up in Kalamazoo, Michigan where I currently reside. I love to read al.. more..

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