Tin Roof Alley Poets

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Title: Questions on the Way Over
Post by: mojojames on July 15, 2018, 10:36 PM
An otherworldly white rose appears full bloom
on the mantle to soothe our harsh tomorrows.
The spirit we abandoned covers the room
with petals cascading to ease your sorrows.
 
The dread apparitions that claim you nightly,
will they too, come with us on our final run, 
then in drear spite, haunt us anew frightfully,
and dwell in this dream’s remainder like a sun?

Will the fear of what we’ve come to understand,
proud in lop-top-sided triumph, embrace us?   
A thousand turbulent miles from land lies more land,
here, the dolphins hypnotize with arcing trust.
 
The ocean of our past informs us, and gleams;
beneath tormented skies, prophets’ poems speak
while silent seamsters sew spirit to our dreams.
We can’t forget what we’ve lost for what we seek.

Can we summon the extent of what we know,
how we know it, and make when conform to now?
There is nothing more sound than a falcon’s show,
only a dove’s return with what love might allow.

Title: Re: Questions on the Way Over
Post by: daisyxo on July 17, 2018, 08:16 AM
I love this poem .... while silent seamsters sew spirit to our dreams (my favorite line)
Title: Re: Questions on the Way Over
Post by: mojojames on July 17, 2018, 08:20 AM
Thanks Marsha - I've re-worked this poem many times - usually that results in losing the original drift or mood,
I don't think I lost it this time round - RC