What of the limitless plains

A sketch in title and body

What of the limitless plains and

the ageless chains did I know

before the delta of your veins

opened me the seas wide of awareness?

Nothing, because I had been trying

in vain to feel sunsets on the outsides

while the joy of watching

lays hidden in the insides.

As well as a storm always comes that

sweeps the corruption of habit away,

you drown the snapping Leviathan of gloom

into the purging flow of your blood in bloom,

and to light are given back

my arcane centuries shadowed

by the beastly bites of vanity.

And what of sin, soul, sanity?

How did I go about pain?

What did I know about sorrow?

Of all these locks entwined

to hold my anguished knowledge together

the bonds are dissolved, a new enlightment enshrined,

yet a gash in the heart of my guts

stings as a wind unwinding in gusts.

Of everlasting innermost desolations

I cherished the preparation for days of mirth to come

beamed down in lustful recognition of

my pure strain out of the shifting sands of survival

and the cozy banks of denial.

You is I endowed with new sight

that clashes against the gates of grief

then flashes beyond the frames of fear

on to the fields of past and future

where essence and form are welded

in an unchanging present of

wit, sense and feeling.

You was me before I could see

the difference between day and night,

which is none in the wake of your light

that reveals through mystery,

heals through wailing wounds,

so to regenerate the putrescent flesh of history.

On the same path the righteous and the wicked proceed

different in nature, still very much part of one breed,

proof of the mingling designs of evil and good

which only one way can be worked through:

that all is metaphor for all,

but in you, at last, is salvation from the fall.

Reviews

[Valentine]

We all have different ways of writing spirit filled poetry..This is truly good...lol and God bless you..Kathie

[Pen Draggin']

Amazing. I am so glad that I've found your writing because it is completely breathtaking. You are so very talented and you make me want to work at having that kind of flow.

"You is I endowed with new sight
that clashes against the gates of grief
then flashes beyond the frames of fear
on to the fields of past and future
where essence and form are welded
in an unchanging present of
wit, sense and feeling."

[Ms. Gruye]

i feel you concepts and insights here are very important although complicated.

yet a gash in the heart of my guts
stings as a wind unwinding in gusts.

Read out loud this line was fun to say! Oh and also, props on the use of "putrescent". Over all this piece had a diabolical yet whimsical feel, which you pulled off nicely.

[W.k.kortas]

I think the use of rhyme is good--it's not regular or schematic, but it doesn't have to be, and it never feels forced. I think the final line is a nice summation, and does so without being to epigrammatic. A very nice piece of writing.

[cest la vie]

Yes... Oh yes.. Yes again..
You are back.. in excellent form, lightness to your words and I am beyond overjoyed. Your writing style is only one of a few here I adore and how I have missed these words of yours.
(I'll PM the rest).
Most excellent L..

[Laura Heilman]

blood in bloom and salvation from the fall. yes.