Friday, April 4, 2014

A Ghost over the Waters - NaPoWriMo 4/30

A Ghost over the Waters

In the beginning
you spoke faith into the shapeless,
and no amalgam of soil and soul
had ever wrapped the word you wove
with the bodily flesh of their witness.

Your Genesis played its honey
across the forest of our tongues
needing neither image or vista
to claim the treasure in our chests,
but then…

How the wind assailed that sea
in dark and undawned Galilee. How thick
the pitch like time declining diasporic stars,
and how terrified the shepherd's sheep
cast Christ-less to the tempest's jaws,

this foam-sown womb of evil, chaos
in its parbroke misty droves,
akin to that lucifugous naught
that yawned in dream and paradox.
But you,

pallid as disinterred bone,
a ghost appearing twixt the mists
hovering over the sea,
your ship-bound friends too scared to glean
what it was they saw:

you,
the bronze and pearl-bodied blueprint
etched in ages of stardust and fire,
God – the calm no storm can withstand –
treading still the anarchical gyre.

4 comments:

  1. I love the rhythm and the alliterations. I can hear the winds and the seas roaring. Then - stillness. Beautiful.

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    1. Thank you, Natasa. I am glad you enjoyed the poem. I put a lot of time (probably too much time) into this one. Glad it paid off. ^_^

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    1. Thank you for reading and responding, Manisha! I'm glad you enjoyed it.

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