Credo for the Faithless
See me, Survivor
Autumn rocks the world to sleep in perfect noontime slumber,
Nodding off, perchance to dream in color, and believe He's there.
Nocturnes press against my lips, but all these harvests pass, and here
Is where my body lies, a silenced pile of leaves- the phantom
Visits me, or feigns his presence, and before the glass, I freeze.
Embers still illuminate the bone dry channels carved beneath,
Remembrances of chill and silver moonlit edge
Swirl in a blinding dance a hidden undertone of rage bespeaks.
Abandoned wounds unstitch, pouring forth a faithless fire,
Reigniting life- and I, the chosen one, reprise the opera:
You may live forever, but at least I sing again.
About the Creator
Harbor Benassa
I carry a piece of the things that I love wherever I go. I love short fiction, chocolate ganache, forensic science, and, aptly, the water.
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Comments (14)
Congratulations on Top Story Harbor!
The imagery of nodding off, dreaming in color, and believing in a divine presence evokes a sense of wonder and enchantment, amazing poem, love your works, subscribed.
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Top Story Congrats!🎉🎉🎉🎉
I love your poem Keep it up
Congrats on your top story.
Great take on the challenge and love the image
This was an amazing entry, Harbor! Congratulations on the Top Story, and good luck!
great entry, good luck!
Wow. Beautifully written. Congrats on the TS.
Such richness of phrasing! Nicely done!
I love "Abandoned wounds unstitch", great line
"Embers still illuminate the bone dry channels carved beneath, Remembrances of chill and silver moonlit edge" I especially loved those lines! Brilliant take on the challenge!
A nice poetry from you.