Prompt: Write a poem that's a parable. I'm cheating on this one, being pushed for time, and using a poem written some little time ago.
I looked for you all my life,
found you in many places.
I lusted after your beauty,
saw it in many faces.
But each illusion faded
as the world continued turning.
The days drew on to sunset.
I saw the horizon burning.
'That's fine,' I said to The Mother,
'If that is how it must be.
This journey into sorrow
has held much joy for me.
'I thank you for the pleasures
and for the lessons learned.'
And I prayed for a spirit companion
while still the horizon burned.
I travelled across the horizon,
plunging into the dark.
There was no ground beneath me.
Ocean and sky turned black.
Sunrise flames on a new world,
a horizon flooded with light.
All names and faces merge as one,
and I sing on my forward flight.
Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.)
They are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here.
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