I wrote this just for fun pretty much, and it became something much more to me, it became, something slightly post worthy. I wrote it a couple weeks ago, and looking back, I think I could do much better, most of all though, I feel I need some real criticism. BEWARE, IF YOU DO NOT HAVE THE TIME OR PATIENCE, TURN BACK NOW, IT'S NOT TOO LATE.
Without further ado, my inspirational narrative poem:
gaia_angelleft Glorious Death Between the Wings of a Hummingbird gaia_angelright
A radiant hummingbird,
Wings bludgeoning the air, like pistons in an engine,
Sustaining a temporary burst of life in an automobile,
The wing-beats, aglow with telling syllables,
Meanings for the curious heart to decipher,
Their beat was constant, equilibrius,
Steady, equilibrius.
I could not make good sense of the archaic designs,
Imbedded between each beat,
My curious heart aglow with a wonder-all demeanor,
Making search for the lost meaning of the obscure mystery,
The rhythmic constant of the beat once again clouded my awareness.
Alas,
T’was the test that stumped them all,
That schooled the scholar,
Dumbfounded the demurer,
And perplexed the poet to a point of passive paramism,
For the symbols underneath the guise of the rhythmic bludgeoning
were unreachable by my stream of thought.
Yet I sought them like a legendary blade
That would cast out evil,
I continued to muse, endless drivel driving my fingers,
Which seemed to do the musing in place of my mind,
I strove with an athlete’s determination
To focus my eyes between each whimsical note,
Generated by the rhythmic hammering of the wings,
A melodic hum, unwavering,
I began to comprehend it in the form of a tune,
Reigning against all distraction,
Mist of bewilderment seeming to dissipate.
What I now recalled in my wake
No longer assumed the form of a hummingbird,
But the figure of a flawless woman,
As beautiful as any from a dominion of fantasy,
Her eyes aglow with perfect scrupulousness,
Her skin rendered with wrinkles resulted from years of wisdom,
Her honest eyes dimmed with rife aging,
Yet she sparkled brighter than the physically flawless,
yet immoral youth.
I allowed the hummingbird’s illusion to caress my mind,
I whiled away the hours,
Gaining wisdom from every silver lock of hair
Placed with great care on the sagely woman’s cap.
On a cloud, she whisked me away on a quest,
Through the first rainbow of my inner-being,
Where I discovered clarity, and obtained wisdom.
Then, standing before of me,
Was the form of a child, innocence aglow,
Thought dead to the world,
A scarless soul, no need for loneliness,
Not a reason to detach from himself,
Or a need to comprehend the rhythm
Of a hummingbird’s wing-beats,
For his perception of joy was not yet begruzzled,
And his vision not yet clouded by the
epishods of polluted sand from man’s pale,
He sent my mind on a journey,
Across the second rainbow of my inner-being,
Where I discovered clarity, and obtained faith.
The hummingbird then assumed a final form,
The form was familiar to me, beyond all recognition,
I stood agaze at myself, as if a mirror had suddenly appeared in my wake,
I felt pity on the reflection, who reflected my gaze timidly,
As if I was a foreign entity.
Little words did he speak, for he was aware of naught,
Awaiting answers, a curious and sojourning heart,
Yet his spirit claimed by anguish, naivety, doubt, and defeat.
The shadows of malevolence…
I contemplated the figure that resembled me as I once was,
Yet not as I now am,
My greatest adversary…
The sagely words of the old woman,
The shear innocence of the joyous child,
United, forming the Sword of Salvation,
Its pommel was laden with ornaments of wisdom,
My hand gripped its jewel-crested hilt,
Wielding the heroic blade with avant-garde,
Momentary…
Sixteen years of ignorance,
Which created in return an ignorant being,
All smote, within a glorious flash,
A solitary motion of Salvation’s fair sabre.
The stalwart heroes’ blade piercing the reflection’s heart,
Leaving no carnage, nor excess gore, it caused me no caustic pains.
The reflection of my former self cast down, and all that remained was I,
Standing anew, prepared to decipher what realms were yet to be discovered,
Each echo or strand of sounds now resonate in my soul with renewed sonorous vibrancy,
As if I absorbed life’s true essence.
The epiphany of peace that many will never uncover.
so, please don't reply with TLDR or any similar response, if you didn't have the time or patience to read it thoroughly, I'm not interested in your reply.
Without further ado, my inspirational narrative poem:
gaia_angelleft Glorious Death Between the Wings of a Hummingbird gaia_angelright
A radiant hummingbird,
Wings bludgeoning the air, like pistons in an engine,
Sustaining a temporary burst of life in an automobile,
The wing-beats, aglow with telling syllables,
Meanings for the curious heart to decipher,
Their beat was constant, equilibrius,
Steady, equilibrius.
I could not make good sense of the archaic designs,
Imbedded between each beat,
My curious heart aglow with a wonder-all demeanor,
Making search for the lost meaning of the obscure mystery,
The rhythmic constant of the beat once again clouded my awareness.
Alas,
T’was the test that stumped them all,
That schooled the scholar,
Dumbfounded the demurer,
And perplexed the poet to a point of passive paramism,
For the symbols underneath the guise of the rhythmic bludgeoning
were unreachable by my stream of thought.
Yet I sought them like a legendary blade
That would cast out evil,
I continued to muse, endless drivel driving my fingers,
Which seemed to do the musing in place of my mind,
I strove with an athlete’s determination
To focus my eyes between each whimsical note,
Generated by the rhythmic hammering of the wings,
A melodic hum, unwavering,
I began to comprehend it in the form of a tune,
Reigning against all distraction,
Mist of bewilderment seeming to dissipate.
What I now recalled in my wake
No longer assumed the form of a hummingbird,
But the figure of a flawless woman,
As beautiful as any from a dominion of fantasy,
Her eyes aglow with perfect scrupulousness,
Her skin rendered with wrinkles resulted from years of wisdom,
Her honest eyes dimmed with rife aging,
Yet she sparkled brighter than the physically flawless,
yet immoral youth.
I allowed the hummingbird’s illusion to caress my mind,
I whiled away the hours,
Gaining wisdom from every silver lock of hair
Placed with great care on the sagely woman’s cap.
On a cloud, she whisked me away on a quest,
Through the first rainbow of my inner-being,
Where I discovered clarity, and obtained wisdom.
Then, standing before of me,
Was the form of a child, innocence aglow,
Thought dead to the world,
A scarless soul, no need for loneliness,
Not a reason to detach from himself,
Or a need to comprehend the rhythm
Of a hummingbird’s wing-beats,
For his perception of joy was not yet begruzzled,
And his vision not yet clouded by the
epishods of polluted sand from man’s pale,
He sent my mind on a journey,
Across the second rainbow of my inner-being,
Where I discovered clarity, and obtained faith.
The hummingbird then assumed a final form,
The form was familiar to me, beyond all recognition,
I stood agaze at myself, as if a mirror had suddenly appeared in my wake,
I felt pity on the reflection, who reflected my gaze timidly,
As if I was a foreign entity.
Little words did he speak, for he was aware of naught,
Awaiting answers, a curious and sojourning heart,
Yet his spirit claimed by anguish, naivety, doubt, and defeat.
The shadows of malevolence…
I contemplated the figure that resembled me as I once was,
Yet not as I now am,
My greatest adversary…
The sagely words of the old woman,
The shear innocence of the joyous child,
United, forming the Sword of Salvation,
Its pommel was laden with ornaments of wisdom,
My hand gripped its jewel-crested hilt,
Wielding the heroic blade with avant-garde,
Momentary…
Sixteen years of ignorance,
Which created in return an ignorant being,
All smote, within a glorious flash,
A solitary motion of Salvation’s fair sabre.
The stalwart heroes’ blade piercing the reflection’s heart,
Leaving no carnage, nor excess gore, it caused me no caustic pains.
The reflection of my former self cast down, and all that remained was I,
Standing anew, prepared to decipher what realms were yet to be discovered,
Each echo or strand of sounds now resonate in my soul with renewed sonorous vibrancy,
As if I absorbed life’s true essence.
The epiphany of peace that many will never uncover.
so, please don't reply with TLDR or any similar response, if you didn't have the time or patience to read it thoroughly, I'm not interested in your reply.
