I promised one a day and I am trying to find the best poets with great word play, and tonight I came across a poet who beautifully put a poem together.
As you all know, I am a huge fan of poetry and the ability to fuze words together to take you on a grand journey. In other words, the ability to make you travel time is just a well formed ability to tickle your mind.
It amazes me how we have such a vocabulary, but many of us can't for a poetic line to save our lives. Yet, so many out there are surgical with there pen and paper.
This poem was written by poetryaccident, and I just happen to love the way this poet finessed words together. The title to the poem is Vespers Spoke...
Vespers Spoke
Vespers spoke behind the veil
in a language none shall hear
intoned with a natural flair
honeyed words flit to my ear
I would ask who spoke aloud
syllables I'd dare not speak
except I know it was myself
chorus to the Almighty's bliss
vestments decked my other frame
one or another, they were changed
though the latter was preferred
a holy cassock of many hues
the quiet pride of my expression
was condoned by the phantoms
just as real as myself
yet immaterial within the fog
these invocations disturb my day
when memory trips back to sleep
asking nothing in return
but promising much in verity
beauty sought is mercy's gap
no longer harboring safe respite
as the holy is made clear
behind the veil of fancied dreams.
“Vespers Spoke” is about the messages from the land of dreams.
