Call to Song

[brynmawr1]

Call to Song

The gods,
throw clues into our paths
like stray Cheshire Cats           reversed these two lines
inside this Rabbit Hole
then insist on a holocaust
to sate their hunger
lacking the blessings 
of stillness and return.        I was also toying with reversing these last two lines with the previous two so that the stanza ends with 'hunger'

There joy abounds,              not sure where "there" is.
a rebellious spring defusing
rock and scripture,
an outward flow, casually terrific,
saturating our cells, 
calling our nerves to song.

Divine lies can be left behind,
let those invisible airs guide you.

Hey TqB,

I think you have the beginnings of a good poem but for me doesn't have enough cohesion between the stanzas to hold together but then I have been misreading peoples work lately.
I highlighted the parts that really stood out for me.
Take care,
steve