26.4.15

Life : Zenith

Life journeys cross ether’s bridge,
whistling tones of moments,
melting in air as smoke.
Moving effortlessly along the ridge,
vanishing into thick ,in a moment,
lost with ticks of  clock.

I wonder in astonishment,
of god’s perfect tracks,
guiding the life - train.
A whiff of praying scent,
steering life forth and back,
moving ahead in unknown terrains. 


Written for Magpie Tales : Mag 267
The Zenith is:
○ stanzaic, written in any number of sixains.
○ meter at discretion of poet.
○ rhymed, abcabc defdef etc

12 comments:

  1. Good write. Beautiful language and cadence.

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  2. Life as smoke - a thoughtful, meaningful poem.

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  3. a whiff of praying scent"...love that!

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  4. I really liked the visual you created in the first stanza. A lovely write.

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  5. There is such destiny in those tracks.. wonderful

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  6. Great flow to this piece!

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  7. God's tracks sure do take us on strange and comforting journeys'

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  8. praying scent. . . nice.

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  9. Deep thoughts, crafted so nicely. A mesmerising piece!

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  10. love the image of unknown terrain

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