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Season of Change
- Season of Change -
In this, a season of both color and change,
When oft the vision is most acute and strange…
The eye sees more than the senses foretell:
When truth rings clearer than a church’s bell.
A flood of memories like phantoms descend,
When my mind opens the way to ascend…
Beyond all I am, were, and couldst ever be!
I drown in them, as if I were lost in a sea.
No island in sight at which solace is found,
Just cold water: giving way to colder ground.
Ice without and fire within, neither to cease,
As my dreams are haunted beyond any peace!
Haunted by faces and forms I have known,
And some I hath loved, and affection shown.
Whither hath time taken their warmth away?
I do not know, and mayhap none might say.
For so long have I known darkness so close!
And far longer still, the company of ghosts.
I wonder what the true face of reality even is,
For I thought I couldst find it hidden in bliss!
But when bliss fades, the memories return…
And the ghosts are waiting, as within I burn.
Fire and ice, living and dead, all become one,
When seasons change, divine will be done!
My heart longs, and my fingers tremble so,
Before beautiful phantasms, pale as snow…
Lovely maidens, whose love were as gifts:
But it was in other lives when we didst kiss!
How can I separate what was from the now?
My soul and spirit are as eternal as my vow,
To find what I hath been seeking for all time.
For my fire never ceases, that flame sublime!
It must blaze, so that the ice covers not all…
And I must be strong, to heed the great call.
Around my being, I feel stirrings like music,
Playing a song as beautiful as faerie magic!
Where are they who craft such symphony?
I long to bask, in their glory, like ecstasy…
Until the seasons change again, circles full,
So that I might no longer feel such a pull:
As calls me even as I do lay in my slumber!
At least then I will not need to so remember,
The tragic past which so brought me hither.
Free will I be, of every shackle and fetter…
When the clouds part, revealing the moon!
For an instant, will part, autumn’s gloom…
And I will shine brighter, my light radiant.
The hour hastens, untold in any testament!
In this, a season of both color and change,
When oft the vision is most acute and strange…
The eye sees more than the senses foretell:
When truth rings clearer than a church’s bell.
A flood of memories like phantoms descend,
When my mind opens the way to ascend…
Beyond all I am, were, and couldst ever be!
I drown in them, as if I were lost in a sea.
No island in sight at which solace is found,
Just cold water: giving way to colder ground.
Ice without and fire within, neither to cease,
As my dreams are haunted beyond any peace!
Haunted by faces and forms I have known,
And some I hath loved, and affection shown.
Whither hath time taken their warmth away?
I do not know, and mayhap none might say.
For so long have I known darkness so close!
And far longer still, the company of ghosts.
I wonder what the true face of reality even is,
For I thought I couldst find it hidden in bliss!
But when bliss fades, the memories return…
And the ghosts are waiting, as within I burn.
Fire and ice, living and dead, all become one,
When seasons change, divine will be done!
My heart longs, and my fingers tremble so,
Before beautiful phantasms, pale as snow…
Lovely maidens, whose love were as gifts:
But it was in other lives when we didst kiss!
How can I separate what was from the now?
My soul and spirit are as eternal as my vow,
To find what I hath been seeking for all time.
For my fire never ceases, that flame sublime!
It must blaze, so that the ice covers not all…
And I must be strong, to heed the great call.
Around my being, I feel stirrings like music,
Playing a song as beautiful as faerie magic!
Where are they who craft such symphony?
I long to bask, in their glory, like ecstasy…
Until the seasons change again, circles full,
So that I might no longer feel such a pull:
As calls me even as I do lay in my slumber!
At least then I will not need to so remember,
The tragic past which so brought me hither.
Free will I be, of every shackle and fetter…
When the clouds part, revealing the moon!
For an instant, will part, autumn’s gloom…
And I will shine brighter, my light radiant.
The hour hastens, untold in any testament!
Published 17th Oct 2014
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17th Oct 2014 6:55am
Great read! Bravo! I'm glad I stumbled upon your work. Love the style and the flow. Could u check out a couple of my poems when u get the chance? It be nice to get your thoughts on a couple.
17th Oct 2014 7:27am
I've so far read your poem "Raven of Sorrow" and was quite enchanted by it, to say the least. I'll have to read some more of your works tonight, methinks. I am very happy you enjoyed my poem too, and took the time to post and let me know. That always brings a smile to my face, knowing my poems are enjoyed! And such praise from one as talented as you, is truly an honor. :)
17th Oct 2014 9:02am
Wow that was so awesome its that was simply awesome you have such talent. By the Way Nice choice with the old english it reminded me of the Devine Comedy by Dante
18th Oct 2014 8:30am
My thanks! Dante was always one of my favorite poets, and a huge inspiration to me as a poetess myself... so that is a very good comparison indeed. Very happy you enjoyed my poem! I actually tend to use an Old English type of style quite often when the tone of the poem can benefit most from it, as this one most certainly did.
17th Oct 2014 11:57am
I have learnt too many times to praise the season for whatever it may be. Twice more should do the trick.
Thank you. Your delicate style and bright insight are most enjoyable.
Thank you. Your delicate style and bright insight are most enjoyable.
18th Oct 2014 8:33am
I am glad you enjoyed the poem, Luna! It was quite a powerful write, and one I am happy to have shared here with everyone. :)
Anonymous
17th Oct 2014 8:07pm
Such beauty comes to life, angels hold their breath and start to unfold their wings....
You make the seasons come to life and through all I hear autumn whisper to winter...
A grand tale which only you can tell....
You make the seasons come to life and through all I hear autumn whisper to winter...
A grand tale which only you can tell....
It was a pleasure to share that tale with you and everyone here on DUP, Mourganna! And a joy to hear from you once again.
18th Oct 2014 2:59am
Very romantic, beautiful as a black rose. I'm new to this website, but I'll get back to you. I may have a few items that you'll enjoy once I've posted. Thanks for the thrill.
18th Oct 2014 8:39am
The black rose is always the most beautiful, Crowfly! And every bit as perfect as its' red and white counterparts. High praise indeed from you on this poem of mine! Welcome to the site, by the way. I am glad I could thrill you; the pleasure was all mine! ;)
18th Oct 2014 8:01am
My beautiful Jessica, and your beautiful poems. I enjoy them so much, my friend. They show me beauty of words crafted so expressively. :)
18th Oct 2014 8:41am
I never tire of sharing them with you, sweet Grace! I have been on quite the creative streak lately, so it seems there's always more to share, too. :D
19th Oct 2014 9:39am
Open every petal timelessly, so the entire whole is revealed slowly, despite being visible from the get-go. A fine close and far balanced scope. Powerful work as always Jessica!
20th Oct 2014 6:17am
My thanks, Loki! I always strive for quite a bit of depth when I write, so it's always great see that my pen packs the power when it must.
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6th Jan 2016 10:32am
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12th Jan 2016 8:51am
Great to read that you liked it! Whilst not all of my works are traditional, I always strive for the ones that are to come out as beautifully as possible. It makes me very happy to see that this one succeeded! *Smiles* :)
10th Aug 2022 1:58am
Like some of the people above noted, I love the Old English ''intrusions'', the imagery and the style. Good luck in the comp. Regards, Robert.
Many thanks, Robert! I have a certain fondness for the Old English style of classical poetry, and how romantically it flows... I've written quite few poems over the years in just such a style too. Thank you for the well wishes on the competition also! *Smiles* :D
