Slanted Shimmer

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A simple poem about a sunrise -- or perhaps something else.

Submitted: June 12, 2016

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Submitted: June 12, 2016



Beyond the great gray ridge,

She rises enigmatically,

As soft vapor turns gold rimmed,

The sage swords dance balefully.


The frost of dark and blight of moon,

Are smothered with white flame,

Moths and fleas cling to the light,

As if it shall sustain.


The rim of red and heart of gold,

But only half awakened,

They shimmer there quite briefly,

Their flesh simmering and naked.


And then — !


The sky blurs and churns colorfully,

A bulge of orange appearing subtly,

The cosmos of feral artistry,

A royal sketch of God’s integrity.


But all falls short, and soon shall fade,

The moths and fleas abide their aid,

In the light! They falter, fickly shy,

They burst anew, gold butterflies.


The light — !


As slanted shimmer finds treetops,

The foliage glistens and gleams,

Dew drops and cupped rainwater,

The birch’s skin begins to cream.


Drifting billows of blackened soot,

Their way unpaved and gray,

Flare up and dance with cherish,

The massacre of new day.


The swarm of gold locusts,

Ring her blazing girth,

The Sun a blooming Goddess,

Giving way to Sunrise Birth.


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