A Godless moral compass?

Hues of skyfire
Silver Tipped

Warmth

Beams raining down like coins,
golden,
singing Solfeggio
saliently serenading flora
preempting evening mists.

The kissing clouds ranging blankets a
malleable shroud, acquiescent touch to all faces.
To drench in paradoxal tears perhaps waterfalls
Unceremonial,,, Yet,
One of life’s essences that stirs our blood from congealing.

So detached from ecclesiastical laws thrown around
like falsities frighteningly daunting, vermilion like,
designfuly injurious, sharp, accusing and bitter
blitzkrieg onslaughts, making souls bleed.
Damning individuals at discretional will
slamming down words like a gavel.
Oh what regard for fellow humanity
those pointing like Gods police.

At those
Born to the
altar of life sacrificed to breathing
ship wreaked on the grey sky,
mangled on metallic clouds.

Built that the grass is soft and green
so to feel the difference between comforts underfoot
Or, the chill of cold tombs of entrapped saints and sinners
beneath polished cold stone floors.

From times unappreciated
that the soil is warm in spring
and daffodils dance brightly and free.

I’ve never felt warmth from those stone floors
hiding from the suns honest unblinking glare.
Tucked beneath towering ceilings
in pathetic competition
with the vast skies.
 

Reviews

[Adam Chambers]

Hues of skyfire
Silver Tipped

Warmth

Beams raining down like coins,
..VERY STRONG OPENING HERE, I LIKE IT ALOT!
saliently serenading flora
...THIS LINE IS BEAUTIFUL
kissing clouds ... LOVE IT!
YET THE NEXT FEW LINES KIND OF LOSE ME A LITTLE. THEY DON'T SEEM IN KEEPING WITH THE REST OF THE POEM TO ME FOR SOME REASON, CAN'T PUT MY FINGER ON IT...
So detached from ecclesiastical laws thrown around
like falsities frighteningly daunting, vermilion like,
designfuly injurious, sharp, accusing and bitter
blitzkrieg onslaughts, making souls bleed.
Damning individuals at discretional will
slamming down words like a gavel.
Oh what regard for fellow humanity
those pointing like Gods police.
...THIS PART YOU MIGHT WANT TO REWORK A LITTLE AS WELL; COMES ACROSS AS SUDDENLY ANGRY...
At those
Born to the
altar of life sacrificed to breathing
ship wreaked on the grey sky,
mangled on metallic clouds.
...AND HERE YOU HAVE REACHED OUT AND GRABBED MY ATTENTION AGAIN. VERY GOOD SECTION!
Built that the grass is soft and green
so to feel the difference between comforts underfoot
Or, the chill of cold tombs of entrapped saints and sinners
beneath polished cold stone floors.

From times unappreciated
that the soil is warm in spring
and daffodils dance brightly and free.
...THIS SECTION IS ABSOLUTELY SUBLIME! AMAZING...


I've never felt warmth from those stone floors
hiding from the suns honest unblinking glare.
Tucked beneath towering ceilings
in pathetic competition
with the vast skies
...ENDING IS VERY STRONG TOO; JUST HAVING TROUBLE WITH THE FIRST LINE OF THIS SECTION, HOW YOU REPEAT STONE FLOORS... IS THERE ANOTHER WAY TO WORD THAT LINE?

OVERALL, I REALLY LIKED THIS! HOPEFULLY MY COMMENTS WERE HELPFUL...

[wizthom]

this poetry reaps of the old style,,of writing ,,

[Mr. Hassan]

Its just outstanding, one won't get bored reading to the end. I give it full score!

[Adam Chambers]

I think this is a very high-quality poem. There is alot in there that I would like to go back and absorb again. Please be patient with me, as I will be gone for work for the next two weeks, and then would like to get back to this work again...
Sincerely,
Adam

[James K. Blaylock]

Wow, this piece is truly vivid, and it captures the mind... whlst stirring the soul. Great job.

jkb

[Albert Freeman]

I like the way this was written and the subject matter used It is well done and beautiful written to me. Thanks for sharing it with us.

[Amanda Crandall]

Nice, very beautiful piece. The word choise here is very creative, almost whimsical. A nice poem to wake up to in the morning

[kurrupted]

double thumbs up
(KURRUPTED AND HIS INNER SELF CONVERSATE)
KURRUPTED-(AMAZED AND APPLAUDING) "what a write so powerful, so strong"
MY INNER SELF-(AWESTRUCK AND SPEECHLESS;ALL I COULD THINK OF WAS) "Wow"
KURRUPTED TO INNERSELF-"Where are the words man!, say something"
MY INNER SELF-(STILL SPEECHLESS I UTTERED) "WOW!"
Nice write.

[Jessi]

I love the way this is written and the subject, Its well done and beautiful to me thanks for sharing

[Keith]

oh yah....
are you familiar with St. Germaine
these halls echo with his footsteps... haunting