A question in blueprints

A question, simple and close, is what she asked.

And yet it took unmeasurable amounts of time to answer.

It drove at me and stripped away all of my lavish barriers

Built high because I was unsure,

Slightly transparent because I had hope.

They vanished away leaving me trembling;

I knew it was up to me, my decision.

...

Time passed differently on her side,

And so she pressed again, and I,

"So help me God", replied at last.

Now it was my turn to question:

To that late phantom, my soul,

The plea was directed,

Too obvious to be written.

...

No battled Yes, and vice versa;

The time for Maybe had passed.

With this one question they must all

Be answered.

Now it was my turn to wait,

Though with an internal war raging

That hardly seemed the proper term.

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      ..

It came, and though never as precise as the question,

The answer was still there, glowing like a hot coal.

Why? It was pain to touch in its surrealty,

So bright and awe-inspiring, so ever-

Strengthening, because it brought a

Certain untie-able closure to the matter,

Far too complex to be explained.

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Hope still pervades through my heart

The olympus flame has stood true to its promise.

And I know nothing can extinguish this soulfire;

It rises and falls in God-like omnipresence.

Time still carries on, whether by blissful waltz,

Militant march, or desperate sprint,

Tuning the pegs to play that chord

Which made David sing Hallelujah.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

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Wow... You have a way of writing in such an elaborate way, without making the poem sound too wordy (or verbiage--vocab word, score! ;]); it's great! I really like how you took this simple idea and turned it into something the reader can feel the internal struggle of the character and, therefore, really relate with--no doubt applying to it some situation that happened in -their- life at one point. Perfectly written. :]