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.
copyright/ all rights reserved/ 2011
http://www.minblu.blogspot.com/
http://twitter.com/lynxny
12 comments:
feel a splash of sacred water sizzle on my fiery brow. I can feel it and hear it.
Hi Dan-
Thanks for your comment, and for visiting...
wow, so eloquent demonstration ...
love your wit.
have fun!
A++
Hi Jingle-
Thank 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.
:)
I could just imagine worshippers kneeling at the sacrificial alter splashing water on their brows and praying :-).
Oh yes, this one brings vivid imagry Lyn; so nice!
Hi Jane-
I 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.
Hi liv2write2day-
Thanks so much..i sort of wanted this to float!!
Wowwiieezz!! LOVED the vivid images you created with your awesome wordplay here...
"feel a splash
of sacred water
sizzle on my fiery brow." -- Really really liked these lines a LOT!!!
Hi Kavita-
Love that word...wowweee..whatever..thanks so much for your comment..really appreciate it!!
Post a Comment