Veritas

Veritas

It stands alone: the tower.
No cliff, no falling moon
shares the awful silence of
the landscape it has hewn. 

A golden pear on tree, alone,
whose blossom blooms so white,
it sprays out luminescence
that shies away the night.

Between two: the dark and light,
the innocents and proud,
one does struggle, one holds fast
but, still, they give no ground. 

From the mist, a child walks
with all that she intends:
The child plucks the pear from tree;
the tower-- she ascends.

Reviews

[Emma Kirchhoff]

Spectacular poem! Reading it aloud, it has such a beautiful ring, a wonderful time. I must say, of the poetry on writerscafe that I have read, this blows them out of the water. Beautifully written!

[L.P. Hawkins]

Thank you for your kind words!

[Baby Ricochet]

A poem of a myth. Towers appear in the old tales as prisons or as ascensions separated from the troubles of the Earth. The girl in this poem seems to be looking for something in the tower. Good Poem

[poeticpiers]

you conjure up a surrealistic vision that sends my mind off at a tangent attempting to relate the diverse elements into a comprehensible whole. Classically presented ivor

[ghost writer]

i like the meter to this poem, it has a classic feel to the narrative which lends nicely to the subject. the final stanza brings the whole piece to a solid and good conclusion..I love a good ending.