Holiday

0 Comments

Holiday

On the seashore,
I see how,
An auspicious eggshell
Opens itself,
And manifests
Its multicolor pamphlets,
Along the smiling Naiad who
Holds a silver scepter;

A flying kiss emerges,
From her mouth,
And hands me,
A purple scroll,
Containing the story,
Of our most sacred Joy;

Like a Conqueror who's got,
A Cross imprinted on his forehead;

The wind & the sun
Welcome my steps,
Before the blue waves,

And the sand awakes some statues,
To show me her new saints.

Poem Comments

(0)

Please login or register

You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

Login or Register

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.

dante1208’s Poems (45)

Title Comments
Title Comments
Encounter 1
Holiday 0
Crystal Walk-In 0
Cabalistic 0
Trinitarian 0
Winter vision 0
Black Elixir 0
Temple 0
Earth and Serpent 0
Triad 1
On a muse in gray 1
In the rain 0
At three o’clock 1
Octopus 2
A dark sign 1
Fear 0
On a spiral wave 2
On a naked caprice 0
Being pure 0
Glimpses 0
An Obstacle in the Air 0
Reinsertion 0
A purple meditation 0
Reflections 2
On a gray Friday 1
Rejoicing! 0
Solo 0
A poem to still be encouraged 0
A poem to be recited 0
Soul and Insight 1
Living on an Inner Temple 0
A Morning Display 0
Heart and Intensity 0
Across your Purity 0
Dance on Pleasure 0
Between Sensuality and Divinity 0
Galleon 1
On a way back 0
Turning on Purple 0
The Red Voice's Conscience 0
Backwards 0
On a Beach Road 0
About the Old Hope 1
Alchemy of Lust 0
A Fast Conscience 1