Fight earth, and sky, and visions vapor

Fight earth, and sky, and visions vapor

A Poem by An owl on the moon
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I hear a swifting song of subtle silence...

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Bars of gold encrusted with diamond dust enshrines me. I hear a swifting song of subtle silence:

 

Golden bars make no less a prison

than a coffin on a hill.

And in caged reformation,

one wanders aimless still.

The rafters now a recollection

of sacred suppression.

How the morning dawn

strikes mourning confession.

Now Death yields a harvest

of the living masses.

We walk toward its path

no earthly power surpasses.

 

     I look about me, surrounded by shrouded stones and shifting sand. The gold bars swift to golden rays of deepening sunlight, as black stone lifts itself above the raging foam. The sea erupts, engulfing the sun as a deadened darkness dances through me.

     A chilling wind shivers my skin, and in my transfixed weary walk I taste its bitter marrow. As I stand transfixed, I see a shadow flighting above the frozen waves. It is Sarah, her figure draped in a crystal fog.  Through this cold hellish haze she reaches her hand out to mine. I step toward her on the waves, but I am swallowed by the sea. She speaks.

 

“When swallowed by your desperation,

walk above the torrents raging.

And in your fearful, wandering state,

Fight earth, and sky, and visions vapor.”



© 2018 An owl on the moon



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An owl on the moon
From chapter two of "An owl on the moon,” In the bitter breeze: February…

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Your writing always speaks to me. And even though your writing style is quite flamboyant, it still leaves a lasting message(some writers who have the same style, often write poems that seem pretty only on the surface). I especially liked how you mixed the prose with the poetry here! Good writing!

Posted 6 Months Ago


An owl on the moon

6 Months Ago

The sun is rising here... and the coffee is flowing... and yet you always bring the joy of the moon'.. read more
“When swallowed by your desperation,
walk above the torrents raging.
And in your fearful, wandering state,
Fight earth, and sky, and visions vapor.”

I really love this part, deep write here. I really enjoyed this one.
A lot of imagery here.

Posted 6 Months Ago


I like the way you mix prose & poetry, altho I must admit I like your prose a little better (that is, I can understand it more readily!) You have a very flowing, artistic, elevated style, full of imagery that provokes deep consideration. I won't try to comment on your message, however, becuz I'm not sure I can interpret your nuances (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 8 Months Ago


An owl on the moon

8 Months Ago

Thank you so much, Margie! This came from a dark place in me when I was suicidal, so sometimes the m.. read more
barleygirl

8 Months Ago

I'm glad you're feeling joy now . . . I have the same life trajectory (much depression early on, muc.. read more
An owl on the moon

8 Months Ago

Haha.. they say old is the new young... or.. well.. we just said it! :D
This story is amazing. I would buy the book. I liked the way you described everything into great detail. Make each scene come alive to the reader. Thank you my friend for sharing the outstanding chapter.
Coyote

Posted 8 Months Ago


An owl on the moon

8 Months Ago

Thank you so much my friend. Your words lift me. The book came from dark places in me, but led to th.. read more
Coyote Poetry

8 Months Ago

A amazing tale and you are welcome.
Good advice:
When swallowed by your desperation,
walk above the torrents raging.
And in your fearful, wandering state,
Fight earth, and sky, and visions vapor.”

You paint with words.
Your pallet rich with sensual exploration

Thanks for sharing your gallery.

Posted 8 Months Ago


An owl on the moon

8 Months Ago

I deeply appreciate your kindness, dear friend.
"How the morning dawn
strikes mourning confession."
This phrase spoke to me....The piece itself lends a violent release of something, everything, nothing. Yet, it is beauty in disguise of those things awaiting us on the other side of agony. This gift of your words is akin to a wrapped treasure under the tree. Beautiful brother!

Posted 9 Months Ago


An owl on the moon

9 Months Ago

Ah, precious sister, you found one of the dark rooms of me. But maybe there is no true victory witho.. read more
Wonderful and yes rise above and fight the different elements that at try hold you back- true to yourself will overcome all- no matter the depths of darkness.. very deep but real enjoyed reading🌹

Posted 9 Months Ago


An owl on the moon

9 Months Ago

Thank you so much for sharing your lifting thoughts here. May you rise above every wave this week, d.. read more
‘Thoughts In Time’🌹

9 Months Ago

Thankyou and may goodness and mercy be yours🌹
Your writings are so beautiful and brilliant. Golden bars make no less a prison than a caffin on a hill' . How true. Only those who appreciate the value of freedom (from material things) feel this way?
" When swallowed by your desperation, walk above the torrents raging " what a wise advice.

Posted 9 Months Ago


An owl on the moon

9 Months Ago

Muito obrigado. Your words lift me so much here in the darkness before dawn. May your soul find such.. read more
Mrudula Rani

9 Months Ago

Adorei sua palavras, elas são lindos . Tudo de bom.
An owl on the moon

9 Months Ago

Tudo de bom para você, querido poeta.
How the morning dawn
strikes mourning confession.
Now Death yields a harvest
of the living masses.
We walk toward its path
no earthly power surpasses.

LOVE this part, This is so good.
Miss viewing and comment on your poetry.


Posted 9 Months Ago


And My dear Friend, the description is so lovely.
"A swifting song of Subtle silence"
💓💓

Posted 9 Months Ago


An owl on the moon

9 Months Ago

Thank you... I appreciate your words so much!
Ghania

9 Months Ago

You're welcome. :")

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