Friday, August 5, 2011

"Lorca's Lament"

Life is pain
Birth an ending
Happiness arrives
Departs willingly


Bloody cup of woe
Wisdom through suffering
Love from

Nightly ascending
Roman wood
Wrapped in pentameter
Chains of our own creation
Grasping spikenards


Redemption comes realization
We are mortal flesh
Penitents before Holy Rood
Fallen son
To a midnight of eternity

Walking amongst the womb of waters
Looking for keystones to seal
Supplicants heart portal

Down Legion made road
To a wrought iron gate
Wrything with serpents


Climbing upon a barren hill
A poetry of roses bloom
With his passage

While shepherds carve Santos
In their Patron's likeness
They whisper his name


DS Baker


  1. This is such beautiful writing. The words capture the reader and hold their eyes there. I was totally entranced by this work
    Do not change anything about it. AS it stands let it be
    trying to work it anymore would ruin it

  2. I really love the changes you made to this poem. It didn't interrupt the natural flow to the piece...the images are astounding and the ending is the clincher! Great job brother!
    ~Rafael Andrade Garza