The split in self is seen so
clear,
And yet recoils in mortal fear
From any touch that seeks to
bring,
A healing to the wound within.
Twixt good and bad the players
set,
And rise to make their triumph,
yet,
A tiny voice keeps up the cry
That truth is found within the I.
So peace and wisdom, love and
truth,
Stand on one side, placed well
aloof,
And rage and vengeance, basest
thought,
Will hold their ground, no matter
what.
The I rides Grace and then will
leap
The fence to fly upon Deceit
And all the while knows neither
can
Hold sure, swift hoof on flimsy
ground.
That day will come when each will
find
They disappear in new-born mind,
And truth of each is made anew:
The I becomes eternal You.
Write a poem that springs from any of the ideas of twins, opposites, divided selves.
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great close on this....that last line is perfect...great rhyme scheme as well which really carries you through the piece...
ReplyDeleteThis piece has a great deal of momentum - the difficulty of healing very strongly expresssed still finds itself in newborn mind - new birth - thanks so much. k.
ReplyDeletewonderful piece! the dilidallying continues till finally healed and merge. The rhymes are perfect, not laboured falling with the verses naturally!! superb!
ReplyDeletea beautiful rhythm in this and my fav part...The I rides Grace and then will leap
ReplyDeleteThe fence...and becoming eternal you...very cool close..
Hi,
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed the opening stanza as it set the motion for the poem. It moved so well and I really enjoyed the deep message within the lines.
Wonderful and the rhythm is perfect. Your excellent work sums us up pretty accurately.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Yes, it all sort of melds together at the end.
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