Morning, and stars
lay down their
aery chourse to
the universe.
There, see, night
lifts up his
fenestral latch to
the light.
Doubt, so thick,
dissolves with its
cheerless light to
the life.
Hope, heare again,
take up my
breath, til I hold
the morning.
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5 comments:
Cool poem. Are you the author? If so, good job! I not, good find! Pardon my ignorance, but what does fenestral mean?
Wow! Are Paul and Petra back on Blogger? Hurrah!
Yes, I wrote it.
fenestra (pl.) =
Zoology: A transparent spot or marking, as on the wing of a moth or butterfly.
Architecture: A windowlike opening.
[source: http://www.thefreedictionary.com/]
Its beautiful. I'm taking a deep inspiration from it. dad
We talked last night about the content, which, by the way, I like more and more every time I read it. But I also really like the structure. For some reason, I really enjoy poems where the sentence is carried over multiple lines. I can rarely write poetry in that style, but you did it magnificently as well as weaving in one of my favorite topics.
I shall return for additional readings. This is deeply and urgently beautiful
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