Wednesday, March 27, 2024

Ghost Of My Sorrow

Ghost Of My Sorrow
© Surazeus
2024 03 27

This morning in the dreary mist of dawn, 
while I design virtual model of Earth 
in maps with stories of the human race, 
suddenly I hear ruthless tapping sound 
as if someone raps at my locked front door, 
as if ghost of my sorrow haunts my heart. 

Stark silver glow of clouds above tall oaks 
erases shadows from my quiet home 
while I make model of life-spinning Earth 
that imitates unchanging state of peace 
as if Death stalks not people of the world, 
as if ghost of my sorrow seeks my hope. 

I ponder as I tend lush river shore 
if angel from heaven with scroll of truth, 
or demon from hell with wand of deception, 
seeks entrance to calm haven of my heart, 
as if Despair mocks my hope for world peace, 
as if ghost of my sorrow thirsts for faith. 

Then I recall two days ago at noon 
some robin guarding empty nest of faith 
began to perch on back deck rail of rage 
to attack its reflection in bay window, 
as if to drive off rival of its love, 
as if ghost of my sorrow fights its fear. 

I wonder then with sly ironic sneer 
if that fierce robin tapping at my door 
would fly inside with wings of Icarus 
and perch on ghostly idol of Athena, 
as if it comes from grim Plutonian shore, 
as if ghost of my sorrow understands. 

Then I imagine how with wings of flame 
the robin tapping at my locked front door 
would speak with chthonian voice of bitter truth 
that man invents God to enforce his will, 
as if it sees through civil mask of pride, 
as if ghost of my sorrow knows our minds. 

I would the robin tapping at my door 
bring news that men with just hearts work for good 
to fight the thief who would crown himself king 
when we unite to guard democracy, 
as if to warn us our empire may fall, 
as if ghost of my sorrow calls for freedom. 

The robin perched on idol of Athena 
glares down at me from swirling mist of fear, 
so I soar high on wings of Icarus 
with message of Earendil for the world, 
as if I trust democracy prevails, 
as if ghost of my sorrow spurs my soul. 


1 comment:

  1. Two days ago a robin started perching on the back deck rail and attacks its reflection in the bay window. I keep shooing it away.

    Since yesterday it has started perching on the front door sill and pecks the door. When I open the door it flies to the lawn and "glares" at me.

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