Poem -

Awakening Spirit

Arise

Intrusive bright sun refusing to sit where it set...
Arrogantly burning following blisterd  followers that worship...
What is done in darkness comes to light silently scorching seething scales speeding darkened end of days...
Hours losing minutes..seconds slyly squandered into scatter sinking each day more quickly into night...
Time stands still as decades pass without knowledge of how we've arrived...
Majestic moon gathering momentum  filled full on quarterly crescents ..Unable to swallow half images phased into confusing wonder spewing endless beckoning shadows...
Free to fall they slip beneath phasaded blankets of scorpions belts and dippers...
Red and green twinkle halo images across the skies looming over hedges creeping into yards and filtering in through unblackend curtains...
No longer restricted.. shadows now shadowing shadows are no longer confined to just the shade...
Puppeted streets masked with dark blank faces lead the lost to lonely...
Hollowed eager eyes of willing are blinded by the light following self righteous paths hidden in the vail...
Uncoping minds unwilling to fathom awaken...
Silent skies are stirring.. God and man are staring..anxious sun and consuming moon are wearily warning to the wakening spirt arise...

 

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Shirley Harrison

An epic piece of outstanding poetry, so much imagery and emotion. Kudos dear Raechel. 🌹

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