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December 2008 
Embrace the Beast
jeepdog
And the Beast came down with intent to reign,
Suggesting with taps upon my window pane,
Tap. Tap, tap, tippity-tap. TAP.
A cold reminder falling in this dark rain,
The gloom of clouds a reflection of soul's pain.
Lighting flashed the bright lights of war,
While thunder boomed the evil chants,
Boom. Crack, crack, crackity-crack. BOOM!
The wet patina one that those below wore,
Suggesting our lives are nothing more than mere chance.
Borne upon the twilight damp reminder in the morning,
Small droplets cutting to the soul as an ethereal sword,
Schling. Clank, clank, clankity-clank. Scchhlinnngg!
To those looking out their sadness lead to mourning,
As the black clouds fed on this and continued their soaring.
Yet one warrior stepped forward despite the attempts to vail,
Knowing doors open to those with joy and courage is allowed,
Clank. Creak, creak, creakity-creak. Creak.
Seeing the glory and exhilaration through the gloom's thin veil.
Stepping outward into the rain and proclaiming joy aloud.
In the midst of the storm upward the warrior's hope found ascent,
That the reminder was one of gladness not one of guilt,
Hum. Ohm, ohm, ohmmy-om. Hummm.
Conquer the Beast by embracing it came the people's assent,
Inspired by the warrior they lived Life and were gilt.
Rise up to the occasion and turn the Beast with an embrace.
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Thank you, ~KES , for the gift of this inspirational photo. As you surmised, it fits my spirit.
I hope I did it justice in words.
Wow… This is such a beautiful passionate poem and it rains on my soul bringing a renewed light. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for this priceless work.
Christopher,
I love the mingling of images and sounds in this poem. I like the triumph at the end and the way the triumph is won. I think this poem will twist and turn within me with a multitude of interpretations as I think upon it. That's what good poetry does. Thanks.
Deborah
Yes, it will twist and turn within me, too, with a multitude of interpretations.
I see the balance of masculine and feminine here too, in the words and the photo. If the person in the photo were a woman, methinks the hands would be open, palm up. This is not better, in fact, it would be less suitable for him. Yet he is embracing and accepting the rain, achieving joy and even triumph in that surrender.
Many interpretations. Thank you for giving us all the gift of your creativity, and to Kathy for such an inspiring image !!
Namaste, OM Bastet
What a lovely poem! My favorite parts were the sound parts. Btw I really like the picture :-)
Yank fan -
It is a true festival to have a comment from someone who does not regularly frequent this blog. Thanks!
Deborah -
Same comment as Yank, with the addition of the thougt that a poet's heart is completely warmed to know the words continued to reverberate. There can be no better blessing for a poet than to hear this.
OM -
As usual, thanks for such thoughtful commentary and observation. I had not caught the balance of masculine and feminine, yet there it is, quite plain. It is amazing how certain themes “just become” when one opens their soul and allows obersvations to pass in the form of verse.
Kathy-
Once again, thanks for the original inspiration. Actually, more technically correct, reinforcing the inspiration, as this poem was percolating just as you sent the photo. It goes a long way to highlight the synergy that occurs on Gaia!
This is an outstanding poem. Thank you very much for the read.