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Whosoever Thou Art

Poem

Whose knock heard I on my doors of dream,
Whose hand coloured those image’s stream,
Who loomed in rousing the waves of thought,
Who the rhythmic word secretively brought?
One light from far yonder that variedly shines
Is now caught safe within my thought bounds.
On mute pedestal of life like hardened marble
I feel the glide of power like a shaping chisel.
By a sweeping loss of lower nature I have accrued
Imperceptible gains that are impossibly improved.
All cobwebs and bugbears appalling of yesterday
Are stupefied and swept away at my visage today.
What infinite cunning commissioned this theft of me,
Stole my sundries and in lieu bestowed all that is holy.
Whosoever Thou art, god or goddess, named or nameless,
On mind and body, on life and soul, do leave Thy impress

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Too Human

Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #63

Courtesy Lexica.art

Oh am not lettered in courtesies of the soul,
Nor clothed in fineries of becomings true,
Am barely a mind sheathed over the animal
That for joy and grief sheds a howl to you.

Oh but the heart is stewed in passions red
Born of hungers inflamed by muddied waters
Of life that flows upon this inconscient bed
That is seed and soil of all dubious fruits.

Am goaded by the storm and wayward ill,
Bandits who steal the impoverished purse
Of normalcy and the upward gazing will
Leaving my being indebted to penuries.

Oh garb my soul in a raiment of the sun,
Am tired of these parts all too human.