Monday, May 3, 2010

The Time Between Times




The thick, black bowl of heaven presses down,

To hold, preserve, suspend the earth below

The shuttered, secret faces; field and town

Hide mystery, expectancy and hope.

The arms of lovers, captured, intertwined,

The sundered, barren heart strains, aches to hear

The soul who sits and seeks to never find

Find, in the black, eternity draw near.

And unaware each soundless voice they raise

In answer to the enigmatic night,

In curses, desperate penitence or praise,

In consecrated fear of just and right.

Then all the world, dissatisfied, sin-shod,

Holds its breath, eyes wide, and waits for God.

10 comments:

Amity said...

Awesome poem Carina!

The existence of everything and everyone in the universe, only God knows!

Oh, such an enigma! We're always left in mystery!

Ramesh Sood said...

Beautiful poetry, this! Very unique style..
"And unaware each soundless voice they raise
In answer to the enigmatic night,"

Fantastic imagination.
Thanks for visiting me, I could connect with you.

Peaceful Pandemonium said...

Great poem. I love the visual of the "thick, black bowl of heaven" pressing down...

Tammy Brierly said...

Oh my, I got chills. Excellent

Tumblewords: said...

A lovely poem! The images are stunning.

Short Poems said...

Beautiful poem, wrapped up nicely :)

SandyCarlson said...

An exquisite waiting!

Lilibeth said...

Nicely crafted sonnet.

Andy Sewina said...

Yeah, I love the 'voice' here, and the end rhymes are just right for this piece.

James Rippingale said...

This is fantastic! Reminds me a lot of Dylan Thomas...