When we open ourselves to the truth and power of nature and light, we are resolved to the same truth and power within ourselves.
Rendered
A sylvan dream requites our arrival
Permeating gold ablution washes over giants
Reaching us in strands
Vestiges of brilliance painting our skin
We are but miscreants and maladies
An opus dissonant and wistful
Resolved and replete by respiring light
We are sublimating, reintegrating
Syncopated selves dissipating fleet
Into amorphic jubilance rendered
© H. Hennenburg, 20 December 2019
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Dissonance and wistfulness are so much a part of life, and yet we persist.
We are nature song, echos of her.
Kinda confusing piece until I went to the dictionary… 🙂
I like the way the light filters through and washes over us.
Written with dictionary at hand, no doubt! Keeps us all on our toes.
Love the words! (I was the kid who was said to have swallowed the dictionary – maybe you were another? – so they caused me no problems.) Wonderful picture too. Most of all I love the prefatory statement. You haven’t given it as a quote, so I assume it’s your own. Good one!
An opus derived of nature’s own and yes, a dictionary helps. It’s always a good day to learn a new word or two.
Brilliant wordplay here, H! I especially love; “an opus dissonant and wistful/resolved and replete by respiring light. 🙂
Lovely … and quite masterful, I think … The interplay of light and truth that cascades through the lines evoke a sense of an extended metaphor … while not technically (to my mind) actually being a metaphor (in a strict interpretation of the device). A beautifully constructed and rendered piece.
This a lot of fun and I expect you were very pleased with result when you completed the poem.
I love your choice of words and the atmosphere you have conjured
We echo nature, maybe not as glorious at times, but with our own light of beauty.