Showing posts with label Rilke. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rilke. Show all posts

Thursday, August 18, 2011

character (a vision of God)





chiseled, cast - slow
to conform
toward parenting or parish-ship
a life sainted set in grey
relief - stead i

took to a muses handling 
of edge to sharp to stand alone , all
Rilke and rotund - roses spread on a barren
ground - this failing heir of Herculine
fond not of any sculptor's tool

curtailing nights to walk
in dust - foreshortening faith 
to purge the cleansing of any word - from dust i came
so to it - i sit now in full view,  not full of grace
or hypocritical refrain
for a sinful souls renewal

dreamt of it, i dream of it - maquette complete
to hand and with
ancient muse to guide both
word and character to stone, i speak
into the marble - a vision of  God -
that i intend in this life's ending
to be called -  my very own.

bkmackenzie
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