Friday, August 5, 2011

"Lorca's Lament"







Life is pain
Birth an ending
Happiness arrives
Silently
Departs willingly

-SANGREAL-

Bloody cup of woe
Wisdom through suffering
Love from
Experience

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

-SANGREAL-

Redemption comes realization
We are mortal flesh
Penitents before Holy Rood
Fallen son
Dashed
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

-SANGREAL-

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
"Lorca..."

-Fin-

DS Baker

2 comments:

  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
    Chrys

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  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

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