To seek a bright and perfect light.
We walked along our chosen way
behind that hallowed twisted site;
to seek a bright and perfect light
long long ago 'twas his delight;
a spot were he and Theo lay
to seek a bright and perfect light;
we walked along our chosen way.
In search of clear and perfect light
he'd walked upon the given way
captured, each moment of insight
in search of clear and perfect light;
rapture bestowed from his dark plight
and so he'd toiled from day to day
in search of clear and perfect light
he'd walked upon the given way.
In memory of Vincent and after Thomas.
France
I really enjoyed this and find a spiritual quality not just in this piece but in most of your poems on Poemhunter. I like the brave use of contrasting adjectives (ie ''hallowed, twisted'') and feel this adds to the overall atomsopheric effect.
This is lovely, Gillian. It seems to be a kind of pantoum, although not in four-lined stanzas. I love the repetition of lines. It has a mystical feel about it. Well done! Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked this one very much. The old world language that you used, conjured a more whimsical feeling. I would never feel confident using the wording that obviously comes so easily for you. Bravo! !