Category: Writers Block
When in sinking sand or treacherous mire,
Or bound by chains to skyward spire,
Then reach out my hands to heaven born,
And embrace therein an angel form.
When tethered by cords with fibers long,
And constricted, prevented from song,
When drowned in sorrows too deep to cope,
Then I reach for heaven's angel: Hope.
A fluttering sparrow, a silver fish,
A falling star upon which lovers wish:
Treasures sent from Heaven's almighty gates
Down to Earth and all that waits.
A soaring eagle, a sprouting tree,
A lover's song with sweetest melody:
Results of an angel in close proximity,
And in her presence: symmetry.
When weighed down by burdens ever present,
Or felled by misfortune's half-moon crescent,
Then reach out my hands to Heaven's blood,
And embrace therein a fluttering dove.
When constricted by serpent's twisting coil,
And laid beneath the lash to endless toil,
When held fast by the braided threads of misery's rope,
Then I find my freedom in one word: Hope.
A sputtering spark, a flourishing flame,
A picturesque scene set in a golden frame:
Man-made creations into which emotions leapt
From deep within the heart, where once was kept.
A budding rose, an infant birthed,
Two miracles Heaven sent to firmament Earth:
One a flower, the other an angel in mortal raiment,
Both are treasures to be cherished with every passing moment.
When wandering lost beneath bending bowers,
Or barred by steel from scent of flowers,
Then reach out my hands to Heaven's boon,
And there find my guide from night to noon.
When tethered by cords of fibrous thread,
And by lies and deceptions misled,
When cast into darkness, to blindly grope,
I know I'll find salvation in Heaven's angel: Hope.
Kai
hay honey i like it as all ways, it isn't a gloomy as some. huge huggles. xxxx
Do irises have some sort of symbolic meaning? Why irises? Just curious.
The name of the flower Iris means hope, friendship, and faith. Hope being the underlying theme of this poem, I thought it was a particularly fitting flower to be titled after.
Again and again I have contemplated on this writing…at first glance, you know the real quick run through of this writing, it seems to have an almost soothing quality what with lines like, “A falling star upon which lovers wish:,” and “A lover's song with sweetest melody:,” and ..THEN…when REALLY giving consideration to the what it is that it takes to really bring about “Hope,” and realizing, ‘tis not an easy task to say the least.
wow, Ki that is really good! You have one heck of a tallent for writing.
wow, Kai I guess I didn't read this one yet. sorry hun. but Kai, I've said before that you are an amazing writer. You have such a tallent, you are so brilliant with words Kai and I love reading your writings.
Gonna set that one to audio? Wouldn't mind hearing that.
Again and again I visit this writing, its words drawing me ever close and interpretation within is ongoing…
Thanks to everyone whose read and enjoyed this poem. I do my best to write something worth reading. I don't always achieve that goal, but I try.
I need more ideas for bouquet poems though. Flowers that can easily be rhymed, that can be used for the name of a woman, and flowers with some kind of emotional value to you or others.
Deep into the Country where fresh air is scented with all the lavish blooms of floral lovely bountiful, one can not help but to gather of the loveliness and take into the home the bouquets of Nature’s best bestowing…sometimes the gatherings are mostly floral, whileas sometimes herbs from nature are given to dance in amongst the leaves and blooms and sometimes it is the leaves of plants themselves that grace the bouquet in giving a style unique…like for example the curving stems of FERNS, that more so from the woodlands edge are gathered. The herbs could easily be that of ROSEMARY or of SAGE while the floral that at one time was apart of Grandma’s gardens that surrounded the outer driveway, well really more a country lane for neither concrete or paving is to be found… well, these gardens were used somewhat as a hedge between the main area of the home and that of the fields with crops of wheat and corn but now with the decades that have passed the gardens once more formalized have taken off of their own accord, becoming wild and scatter their blooms across acres upon acres for no longer do the cultivated crops cover the land. Then too, some bloomings that appear to be floral are by some considered weeds and what it is that constitutes a weed at times it seems I shall never quite understand when my hand reaches for the QUEEN ANN’s LACE, a bloom that is so lacy to the touch, in shades of whites and creams, with a scent so delightfully pungent. Two main flowers of these “Bouquets of Nature,” as it were, are those that could be considered on two extremely different levels of thot…the one endearing, SWEET PEA, whileas the other, hmmm now, more so given to that one as say a nickname to convey that one that spews out words that are more say of a fire breathing manner and done so quickly. Can you guess the floral’s name…?? Why it is the SNAP DRAGON!! *smile
OMG! Kai, this is brillian, you are definitely a good writer, I love your writing oh so much, you are amazing, and seriously don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise.
….Then it is that SHAMROCKS rock as it were or rather is it, they Rule! (given that today has Irish blessings bestowed) And to think they are not rocks at all and in a rock garden no pleasure would be of their taking for it is the fields lush where they thrive while in amongst the HEATHER.