Stronger Now

[softlyfalling]

Stronger Now

Above, bright rays through nimbus clouds divide the sky
Like a powerful mosaic of fleeting hope
Stirring my innermost soul where shadows lie-
From a leafy scaffold, my hands let go the rope
Whose swinging noose below proclaims- let demons die!
Like arms, tree branches reassure my will to cope.
And then the dark clouds close again-closes the scene
Of moments in the light and darkness in between.
I walk away, demons abeyed, cleansed by the rain.

[tectak]

Stronger Now

Above, bright rays through nimbus clouds divide the sky
Like a powerful mosaic of fleeting hope
Stirring my innermost soul where shadows lie-
From a leafy scaffold, my hands let go the rope
Whose swinging noose below proclaims- let demons die!
Like arms, tree branches reassure my will to cope.
And then the dark clouds close again-closes the scene
Of moments in the light and darkness in between.
I walk away, demons abeyed, cleansed by the rain.

Good. Your poem. Watch the meter. There's always something, damn it!

Above, bright rays through clouds divide the sky;
a powerful, mosaic kaleidoscope.
My inner soul is stirred, where shadows lie;
safe in my leafy lair, my hands slip rope.
The swinging noose proclaims- let demons die!
Arms stretched, tree branches reconfirm my hope.

And then dank clouds close in and dim the scene
of moments bathed in light, with dark between.
I walk away; demons abeyed by faith,
with cleansing rain, annointing, on my face,

.....or something

Still your poem. God, I enjoyed that! The last line is puerile. I have forgotten who I am critting!
Best,
tectak

[softlyfalling]

Stronger Now

Above, bright rays through nimbus clouds divide the sky
Like a powerful mosaic of fleeting hope
Stirring my innermost soul where shadows lie-
From a leafy scaffold, my hands let go the rope
Whose swinging noose below proclaims- let demons die!
Like arms, tree branches reassure my will to cope.
And then the dark clouds close again-closes the scene
Of moments in the light and darkness in between.
I walk away, demons abeyed, cleansed by the rain.

Good. Your poem. Watch the meter. There's always something, damn it!

Above, bright rays through clouds divide the sky;
a powerful, mosaic kaleidoscope.
My inner soul is stirred, where shadows lie;
safe in my leafy lair, my hands slip rope.
The swinging noose proclaims- let demons die!
Arms stretched, tree branches reconfirm my hope.

And then dank clouds close in and dim the scene
of moments bathed in light, with dark between.
I walk away; demons abeyed by faith,
with cleansing rain, annointing, on my face,

.....or something

Still your poem. God, I enjoyed that! The last line is puerile. I have forgotten who I am critting!
Best,
tectak

That is so beautiful, oh my goodness...I only wish i wrote it like that. I cannot steal that, it is yours. I am so tempted, though. I will try again with the meter, but that is very difficult for me...my mind has a mind of its own and it makes the words conform even when they...don't.

[tectak]

Stronger Now

Above, bright rays through nimbus clouds divide the sky
Like a powerful mosaic of fleeting hope
Stirring my innermost soul where shadows lie-
From a leafy scaffold, my hands let go the rope
Whose swinging noose below proclaims- let demons die!
Like arms, tree branches reassure my will to cope.
And then the dark clouds close again-closes the scene
Of moments in the light and darkness in between.
I walk away, demons abeyed, cleansed by the rain.

Good. Your poem. Watch the meter. There's always something, damn it!

Above, bright rays through clouds divide the sky;
a powerful, mosaic kaleidoscope.
My inner soul is stirred, where shadows lie;
safe in my leafy lair, my hands slip rope.
The swinging noose proclaims- let demons die!
Arms stretched, tree branches reconfirm my hope.

And then dank clouds close in and dim the scene
of moments bathed in light, with dark between.
I walk away; demons abeyed by faith,
with cleansing rain, annointing, on my face,

.....or something

Still your poem. God, I enjoyed that! The last line is puerile. I have forgotten who I am critting!
Best,
tectak

That is so beautiful, oh my goodness...I only wish i wrote it like that. I cannot steal that, it is yours. I am so tempted, though. I will try again with the meter, but that is very difficult for me...my mind has a mind of its own and it makes the words conform even when they...don't.

YOU WROTE THIS.The concept is the poem, the words are just different expressions of your thought. Frankly, I wish I had written it.
Best,
tectak

[FragileHeart]

I really enjoyed this. You put so much emotion in such a short poem and this is a rare talent. Good job.

[softlyfalling]

I really enjoyed this. You put so much emotion in such a short poem and this is a rare talent. Good job.

Thank you so much, FragileHeart. I am looking forward to reading some of your poetry.