Dismal dark clouds signed his coming;
He hissed, crawled and made his way in
In through creeks, holes and darkness
When you know not yourself, you fall.
He hissed and crawled and tried his way in
A dove above the door, on the shade,
smiled, cooed
and made him stop and look
He stopped, his hood up, eyes red, sharp look.
Hey, making way in? To make one more win?
Sowed
your seed? No, you won’t, this time.
Dove cooed, flapped her wing and came down.
The giant coiled once more, put his hood up,
stern.
You meager
came down to me, such strength?
I am
power, power of seven, seven mighty sins,
I am
hungry, not just wins, I need prey, as food.
He grinned, his hood shined, seven thrilling
colors.
You see me; I am white dove, but nay,
You won’t touch me, I am more an intuition:
From wisdom I emanate, I am an impression,
a flow, in symphony with thoughts.
Ha, you an
impression? But I am more truth,
Truth with seven powers; Gluttony, Lust, Pride,
Greed, Envy, Sloth and Wrath.
You dreamed of warding me off,
That’s your idiocy not wisdom.
I am an age old truth, the history
of mankind
Have you, any record of time? Read
Epics,
History, Wars, or the Tree of
Wisdom?
It was I, who fed Eve and Adam,
It was I, who sowed the first
thought in them,
You?! You dreamed of warding me
off?
I have just one
colour and one power;
the power of
wisdom, shining in white.
I won’t ward you
off, but I am impassable:
For, in me no
colour shows off, but merges,
Matures and gustoes
as wisdom of soul.
Ha, that is but an idiot’s
prophecy,
For, every colour will fight for
self,
I have weapons sevenfold, and
slaves fivefold,
It is body that houses soul, just
a slave.
Hunger will grow to desire; it
will show its envy
And destroy with its wrath, will
pride over the win
A winning will sure celebrate
sloth and lust.
Shut yourself up or be my prey,
leave your pride.
No pride, just an
insight, yes you are right;
Your way is easy
and many, and the prey frail,
A vulnerable body
and the soul, slave.
You must know, I
won’t woo a frail;
They are destined
to live on bubbles.
I find peace with
brave hearts, who fights,
But, not fails
the source of their sight,
existence, the
very soul, truth of life.
Humility rules
their knowledge,
That is where I acknowledge,
my presence and
my virtues.
He hissed in wrath, fumed in envy,
His desire and lust for the victory,
Showed its teeth, but
Dove smiled over his sloth,
For, he prey fragile ignorant mules
Dove shined in her brave, pious prize,
an abode of sanctity.
The race will continue, she will fly
and
he will crawl, they will win those who
go forth them.
Wow! Quite a drama here. I note that non-violence always wins because violence does not know how to ward it off! I like the two voices very much and that one flies and one crawls, Your details knock me out! Chakra, sins, colors, wisdom, brave hearts . . .
ReplyDeleteThank you Susan. I totally enjoyed writing this one.
ReplyDeleteYou have created a beautiful tale, with a message ... loved it Sreeja :-)
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ReplyDeleteA strong beautiful poem with a message. Great work dear!
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Deletea dove as intuition. Love that.
ReplyDeleteThank you......the dove is a representation of virtue and wisdom here...
DeleteBrilliant piece of writing, Sreeja! I mean, where did you get this idea from? lol I know, it was the prompt, but this was a wonderful take on the said prompt. Nice narrative! Keep it up, my friend! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much dear, you always encourage me.....
Deletebeautifully conceived and told!
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Thank you so much...
DeleteThe devil will try and find his wicked ways if ever we even leave a slip of a way in. This is so powerful in imagery Sreeja. One of your best yet, I think. Oddly enough, I'm writing about a white dove for a dream prompt at Poets United.
ReplyDeleteThis really is good, I hope you know it! :)
Oh Thanks Bren.....thank you so much....I must check for that..
DeleteI am glad to see "Manifest Destiny" again. SO fine. In fact, now that you have put it on Facebook, I will share it with my former High School Poetry club who have themselves a private Facebook page!
ReplyDeleteOh Susan my heartfelt thanks for this appreciation....I am happy...:-)
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