Easter Morn

Easter Morn

A Poem by Bacchus
"

It's coming

"
When the words start to fade,
And all is stripped to none.

We rise with rhymes
That just might touch the soul.

So let them,
Rise.

Up from the tomb.
Easter morn of syllables.
That straighten to tell,
And illuminate,
A wonder, alive to yell.

The TRUTH!
A miracle.
Only saints can see, has it happened
To you ' cause it's happened to me.

© 2018 Bacchus


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it's like a nice hymn of a creative way to explain inspiring writing days but also easter. A day of renewal and life with writing. i had three interpretations until i got to this one lol

Posted 4 Years Ago


the words, the poem, the truth...the Ascension afterwards...
we rise to the themes we create after resurrecting from our writers block.
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Bacchus

4 Years Ago

I guess the ultamite block is death then, may we all rise. Past the pain, past the tomb.

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A Poem by Bacchus