Within the Attic
The darkest light, my ache amore, the speech of stone, my attic
Sore. For blood and tears, awash the soul, where demonās
Trek, the flaming cold. And blurry lines, stain the future, the
Storm of flesh, a torn suture. Plus the passion, aflame the curse,
A temple scar, the star of birth. My ink amore, my fretful
Vex, my scarlet tear, the past is hexed. Thus the fallen, the
Flame of yeast, the fate of Christ, to war the beast. Hence theĀ Ā
Attic, a graphic web, fraught with panic, and mystic LED.
The darkest light, my ache amore, the speech of stone, my attic
Sore. For death to birth, a Scripture hell, the curse of life,
Where angels dwell. And heart to soul, infuse the grave, the life
Of death, a scripted maze. And life to God, the riddle burns,
The pulse of sin, a mystic urn. Hence the attic, a graphic web,
Fraught with panic, and mystic LED.Ā
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Love these lines Glenn
"For death to birth, a Scripture hell, the curse of life,
Where angels dwell. And heart to soul, infuse the grave, the life
Of death, a scripted maze. And life to God, the riddle burns,"
your sonnets are always so deep and complex, i often am unsure how to compliment such amazing words, i enjoyed this very much xoxo love nardine xx
Nardine, so many observations pour forth while I structure each poem. Many times I am left with more to say. Nevertheless, all interpretations have merit, despite what the poet intended. Once a poem is released to the world, it is in their care.
I thank you for your comments.
Excellent, My applause, My vote
WILLIAMSJI
Hi Williamsji. I thank you for reading and quoting the verses that appealed to you.