What you believe

Who knows where your faith might lead us?

Your death, mine. 

Only believe and what you

shall see becomes shuttered.

unvarnished wood slats open, close

depending where you put it.

Who knows what light we might find?

Your life or mine?

Exercised and strong

it becomes a gravity

of shaping, warping

white light

dark night 

soul drenched,

refracted,

created,

destroyed,

reality.

Reviews

[DIVYA]

A great poem on faith. Very insightful and thought-provoking.

[icelandicblue]

I like this poem a lot especially its construction and the juxtaposition of death and life. I found that the two images slammed together creating that electric jolt we call reality.

[Mark]

Thank you dear lady :)

[dw817]

Reality is overrated Mark. Come - join us in the between-lands, where the harsh white concrete has no dominion and age is only a myth. :)

[Mark]

Absolutely my friend! Let'sgo. :)

[dw817]

Certainly, but you'll need to lighten the load for the trip as there is no room for worries, concerns, brooding, and stress.

[Mark]

I'm Irish. I am made of brooding but concerns and stress are easily let go. :)

[Pryde Foltz]

Exercised and strong
it becomes a gravity
of shaping, warping
white light
dark night
soul drenched,
refracted,
created,
destroyed,

reality.

Great work in thought and structure.

[Mark]

Thank you Pryde. It means a lot to me coming from you. :)

[prachi prangya agasti]

nice one.... concept was thought provoking

[Baby Ricochet]

What do I believe? I think the WC knows that by now