Rhapsody Posted July 28, 2003 Report Posted July 28, 2003 Freeform poetry. Based loosely on Walt Whitman's poem of the same name. Inspired mostly by a recurring dream described in the second stanza. I sing my name to wind, to rain I touch my heart to touch a star My shoulders ache Invisibly raked this ageless stigma where once sprouted, wings I rival angels and kings Gods quail, Fate fails For I am young and proud and raw My voice is heard, my word is Law Cities sprawl at my feet Cobwebs of life and heat Writhing, roaring, fuming Unrefined mines Glittering industrial gems Lantern-light scales of soot-belching dragons Gulping down souls by the flagon But I, I choose a different path Not foot-worn roads Paved lanes Or streets of gold I travel the meandering trail Across the vast expanse of my mind A small soul at once within and without Where does it lead? Into my dreams Across unknown seas To the horizon and beyond My destiny, my decision, my declaration My ship of life Sailed by My winds, my waves, my storms Captained by My blood, my brain, my soul See my soul! Pliant, palpable, no vaporous phantom Luminous, blazing with life What spirit dares haunt my steps? Whence from Devil or God's behest soon finds itself possessed by drumbeat years unspent tears gods I fear A word, a gesture from me and civilizations collapse Heavens fall at my decree The world bares its throat, prone, supine at my fingertips, it is mine
SoaringIcarus Posted August 1, 2003 Report Posted August 1, 2003 Rhapsody, Great flow and imagery, I'm impressed. I really have nothing more intelligent to say than: This rocks. -Icarus
Peredhil Posted August 5, 2003 Report Posted August 5, 2003 I liked this. Great use of imagery and tempo. smooth meter changes. For some reason, I'm taken with the lines... For I am young and proud and raw My voice is heard, my word is Law
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