High Summit Poem by Kelly Vinal
High Summit
Sing we for the finest times,
For memories of tree-lined hills –
O’er fields lay strewn of flowers gold,
Ensconced, we are composed.
Cannonades of thunder rolling
From the harbinger to be –
Sing we for forgotten promise
In the chorus of the sea.
Lay we bare to face the mountain,
And our faith is probably
Between the shattered countryside
And immortality.
Once you were the Tragic Poet,
Plunged in depths of travesty,
Plunged in sanguine dreams unspoken –
Paved in stones of misery.
Sing we for the season’s harvest:
Augustus flames on Antony –
A chorus to Apollo’s glory
Echoes soft eternally.
You stood brave where I stand broken,
The pumice roads intone:
A shadow of the angry mountain –
Montis alt, I’m coming home.
This piece sings like an angelic choir! Outstanding flow. Superb penning!
Kelly, Such a pleasure to read your work here. You have such a powerful voice. And this work, this poem is lovely and haunting. The things we see behind our eyes, beneath the clouds of yesterday. Sincerely, Carolynn
This is a beautiful song... wish someone writes the notes for this..... I just loved those lines.... Once you were the Tragic Poet, Plunged in depths of travesty, Plunged in sanguine dreams unspoken – Paved in stones of misery.
I, m glad this was recommended it's excellent! Love duncan X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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9/29/2023 9:42:51 PM # 1.0.0.1115
Grand piece Kelly, absolutly outstanding