Shepherd, Shield My Eyes From The Cold

Shepherd, Shield My Eyes From The Cold

A Poem by Joanna Maharis
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Shepherd, Shield My Eyes From The Cold

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Shepherd, shield my eyes from the cold storm

that schemes inside the shadows of the lonely night.

I am forever cast in doubt about what creature has

launched me into the direction of the enticing flames

that continue to feed on my depleting soul.

For their crimson eyes read into me, and hold me

prisoner to myself.

For the angelic rose is none other that the horned demon

that is crouching in the wake of my starving spirit,

and waits to strike its venom into my childish whims.

I fast each moonlit night to ease my tortured waters,

forever roaming listlessly,

anc crashing against your electric current when the owl

calls upon the soldier to lift up his hands unto you.

© 2011 Joanna Maharis


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there is this surreal quality to this piece that is almost disturbing - yet I am drawn into read it anyway.

Posted 8 Years Ago


You bring out many fine points in this piece
Your words in this stunning poem painted such
vividness and excellent Imagery and flow
Your words graped the readers ( me ) mind

"the angelic rose is none other that the horned demon
that is crouching in the wake of my starving spirit "
So true why we don't get God's message.
Brilliant write!
Hugssss :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


The imagery is instense to say the least. I think anytime one really questions/talks to the creator they have no choice but to come real. And this is a real piece.

"For the angelic rose is none other that the horned demon

that is crouching in the wake of my starving spirit,

and waits to strike its venom into my childish whims."

Often times those things that feel like blessings are the very things that are holding you back.

Over all good write.

Posted 9 Years Ago


All I can say is wow. Very deep.

Posted 9 Years Ago


feels like ''an awful rowing towards god''...

Posted 9 Years Ago


"and waits to strike its venom into my childish whims", I gotta love that imagery, the whole snake/demon metaphor conjures for me a horned viper, those things are terrifying.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Nice...vivid imagery...good job :)

Peace
Robin

Posted 9 Years Ago


Things are not always as they seem... and every time we learn that our faith is shaken... I love prose and enjoyed the imagery.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Joanna Maharis
Joanna Maharis

Kalamazoo, MI



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Graduate of Western Michigan University with a BA degree in Writing, which has been my passion since the tender age of six. Grew up in Kalamazoo, Michigan where I currently reside. I love to read al.. more..

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