Fresh Dove of Light

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Fresh Dove of Light

Out of the shadows sneaks the light

Not yet…for the darkness I delight

Don’t have the strength to come out

A dove heaves me up yet I’m too faint to stand up.


 
A light reached out…and touched my gloom

A fresh dove so cold but welcoming

Willing to take a plunge….to risk he would

Persistently consistent and always there to remind

Of who I am and how things ought to be

Still I hinder his radiance…not ready to consign.

 
A tweak…a twitch….he wittily muddles my slumber

Is this dove the hope I marvel

Or just there to cause more blunder?

Yet magically he restores the smile

Upon whose face almost died.

 

His radiance amuses and consumes

Lighting every step I try to muster

Slowly, gazing & guiding my move

Falling with me, hurting along the way

Yet his strength and fortitude could not be swayed.

 

‘Come lift! Fallen spectacle with clipped wings

Your dawn is about to break through

You doused yourself in fire…death in view

Spread your wings and soar with me…..

For I will always behold you….’

 

                               Heard my laments…wailed with me                                 

Yet I am not raring for such hilarity…

 

 ~phoenix 06.03.09

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Paolo commented on Fresh Dove of Light

06-10-2009

I like the analogy of the dove as the amore it makes it's importance immediately apparent. This is needed in a poem of this nature. I appreciate the skillful word crafting in how a stanza will twist and turn for us as it shows us the relationship between the voice and the dove. It is in the showing us that this poem shines and the telling us where it's wings feel clipped. Happily for us our wings are not clipped much at all.

modica3 commented on Fresh Dove of Light

06-04-2009

VERY NICE POEM, I WILL CONTINUE TO READ THE REST OF THEM; I'LL LET U READ MINES SOON! CHAT LATER!!! KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK, OK!

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

phoenixhope’s Poems (19)

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My Peering Sun 5
A Corpse Amiss 9
Why Open My Eyes? 10
Thoughts for Friends 1
Two Sides Of A Silver Coin 1
The Promise of a Heavy Road 6
Fresh Dove of Light 2
Just Disappear 4
Numbed and Turned to Dust 5
OCEANS 12
Doomed For Life? 3
Ignored! 3
Free To Do What You Want 4
Dragging Torments 1
Devoured and Consumed! 2
Dejected! 2
Vision Of You 1
Don't Ever Tell Me 2
Phoenix That Doesn't Fly 4