though noir, lent and grand
well and fare, stairway beckoning
and bell of a stare
take time with knowing
and rest your last spell
in the cradle of day
where lives living are spared
testament of the beggar
the blind man's repair
the red flag of brutal waging
and the conquest laid bare
has eyes for its ending
and never the stair
Blog of published author Christin M. Hansen. Postings of my original poetry, excerpts from my works of fiction, short stories, essays and opinion. Topics include social commentary, politics, spirituality, emotion, love, erotica, relationships, humanity. My book of poetry, The Hymn of Lost Souls is published by DIPpress.
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
christened violet
Labels:
death,
life,
metaphysics,
poem,
poetry,
spiritual metaphor
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