spiteful resurrection

spiteful resurrection

 

just to spite the vicious voices from in….from out

who doubt my ability to smile and dance

 

I scream thunderous joy like a bluebird-dragon

from my curvy gothic wrought iron perch,

fiery souls sprout from the dried bones of memories,

singing the stars and moon back into the empty lavender sky

in honeyed croons of sunlight whispers and children’s laughter

as the dead arid garden beneath unfolds a felt green canvas

dotted and flecked with flagrant floral laughter in blood reds

and canary yellows that blaze until every risen corpse

finds happy dreamless slumber and all of my towering

black demons fade to pesky wingless mosquitoes

who drown in tangy citrus puddles of symphonic happiness

 

all of my scars have suddenly forgotten their violent origins

and settle into the organic scene as textured brushstrokes

that accent the wonder of this effortless resurrection

 

not because I am caught up in some rapturous sermon

or swept out by a warm sea of hormones by the magical

green eyes that glow love from my fragrant hungry kitchen,

but just because no voice but my own tells me how I feel

or who I am

 

I am my own source of freedom

and I am free

Reviews

[What happened to simple..]

You really leave the reader speechless with this,,, as you can see people's comments are shorter than usual. To me you create this marble room, Gothic, a masquerade of skeletons, their skull in the shape of a mask, only over their eyes. They all hide their memories, though they seem to diffuse out of them as they dance. Cool stuff =) though, with all the description I sort of lost myself in it - (but that's only in the longest paragraph).

'all of my towering
black demons fade to pesky wingless mosquitoes
who drown'

[Frank F. Atanacio]

I gotta just say one word CREATIVE! that's it..

[vido.]

im usually quite picky when it comes to giving the right amount of credit to an author but this poem is just so near perfection its insane. you have talent, and like many pointed out, you leave the reader speechless.

[KAREN]

Another good write! I loved the way you sated the last line! I am my own source of freedom and I am free! NICE!!

[Lilly Negoi]

one word more or less and this wouldn't be perfect anymore :). this is one of the most beautiful phoenixian descriptions i've ever read!

[Maurice]

What a happy declaration to make!

"I am my own source of freedom
and I am free"

A joyous picture you paint with your stunning words.

[Robin]

since awesome and magnificent have already been scooped up I will go with right on man .

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

shedding the imprints of things past is something the most deeply wounded always aspire to do~ what a magnificent blaze of cathartic movements~ absolute tranformation~

[Kerry O'Connor]

I picture an enormous dragon-like phoenix rising from the ashes of a rainbow, shedding colour and flames in its wake as it takes to the sky.

Awesome portrait of self-fulfillment.