TPAC Alexander Coppedge

Rookie - 414 Points (June 25,1954 / Warrenton, North Carolina)

The Throne - Poem by TPAC Alexander Coppedge

Spots that run like logs on water,
shadows along forest fog creeping,
bent low in misty bog are going people.

Beside bluish river's path were twitches,
eyes above decayed leaves hiding,
steps splashes sides of its bath.

Locusts trouncing hollows to and fro,
cloaked going slow,
beneath night flow pouncing among the trees.

Lives ascending a mountain scattered in bunches,
efforts view gleam fountain,
their hurt sustain as they leave.

People ear-piercing cried tortures in tides,
shot had picture sadness ride,
of those who slide and lied.

While a thunder act up high cracked a warning,
sparks given fact of lightning in sky,
for blundered reaction.

Throne justice is for them who did run,
nobody found nice,
now not had pun or mice site from fear to hide.

The day the law of God sat on the mountaintop,
upon the throne His say,
when the King of Kings way came by.

Topic(s) of this poem: faith

Form: Prose Poem


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Drew a picture on one of my bedroom wall using fluorescent paints, using two fingers as brushes: a quick mess. In the day the strikes looked like couples dancing, but under the black light a mountain with all these defined features.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 20, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 30, 2017


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