Heaven Wins (April 17, 2012)

Gauzy dawn,

Swaths of drifting smog-

Betrayal marks, dragging fog.

Hurtful delusions,

Gray remorse,

“Will new hope arise?”

Gasping death releases; dies.

Breached against the mist,

Heaven waits.

Diamond sky,

Cuts of silver light-

Shimmering faith eases night.

Relinquished potsherds,

“Aged Shaman,

Will hope surely bloom?”

Then gone, the dark dismal gloom.

Breached, the birth of death;

Heaven wins.

Comments: 11

Virginia M. Apr 17, 2012, 11:55pm UTC

This is cutting it very close for submission deadline! I found this form harder than I thought.

Susan Budig - Mindful Poet Apr 17, 2012, 11:57pm UTC

Last year Atticus and Mustafa submitted almost every single night at 11:59 pm. It was crazy and I loved it, like watching race horses. I knew they'd submit and I just had to sit and wait...

Virginia M. Apr 17, 2012, 11:59pm UTC

Lol!.....

Janet "Jax" B. Apr 18, 2012, 12:47am UTC

Oh, I thought this was very difficult too Virginia. It took me all evening...and I was pushing the deadline too.

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Susan Budig - Mindful Poet Apr 17, 2012, 11:56pm UTC

Virginia, this would have been a wonderful poem to read at my hospice and palliative care conference today. Someone facing imminent death might think and feel this way.

Counting on your P3-57 to add to the rest at Mindful Poetry.