Henri Matisse
FOR THIS WEEK'S Poetry Potluck #20, we are given the theme of Peace, Relaxation, and Spirituality. I think spirituality chose me!
CIRCLES
Standing within
a circle of prayer,
my spirit rises
in an ecstatic haze.
Float through holy words,
feel a splash
of sacred water
sizzle on my fiery brow.
Revive me
from my slumber.
At my feet,
a grey scaly fish,
with glazed eyes,
waits to be reborn.
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feel a splash of sacred water sizzle on my fiery brow. I can feel it and hear it.
ReplyDeleteHi Dan-
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment, and for visiting...
wow, so eloquent demonstration ...
ReplyDeletelove your wit.
have fun!
A++
Hi Jingle-
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your kind comment..really appreciate all you do!
My spirit rises as I’m reading your poem. It just felt so beautiful.
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I could just imagine worshippers kneeling at the sacrificial alter splashing water on their brows and praying :-).
ReplyDeleteOh yes, this one brings vivid imagry Lyn; so nice!
ReplyDeleteHi Jane-
ReplyDeleteI know you'll understand when I say, this sort of wrote itself! Thank you...
There is a sense of the sacred, other-worldly in this. Enchanting.
ReplyDeleteHi liv2write2day-
ReplyDeleteThanks so much..i sort of wanted this to float!!
Wowwiieezz!! LOVED the vivid images you created with your awesome wordplay here...
ReplyDelete"feel a splash
of sacred water
sizzle on my fiery brow." -- Really really liked these lines a LOT!!!
Hi Kavita-
ReplyDeleteLove that word...wowweee..whatever..thanks so much for your comment..really appreciate it!!