Over at Poetic Asides, Robert Lee Brewer wanted us to write a poem about a meeting someone: first time, routine or after along reunion. How about finding a new side to yourself for the first time?
The Many Faces of Man
By: Meena Rose
Time stretches while needs grow;
A weary traveller afraid to move on;
Dusk gathers upon horizons unseen.
Whispers flutter on the breeze
Carrying messages in code,
Promising mysteries beyond.
Her siren call he cannot outrun;
She casts her hunting web;
Ensnared, trapped and branded.
A deep rumbling issues forth;
Rage of an Angel trapped within;
An explosion of Light disrupts
Glamor, lasting Truth revealed.
Pounding hooves and tossing mane,
She charges from the flank;
Nostrils flaring, chest heaving;
She will give it all for him,
Her charge, her burden, her champion.
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You’ve done it again with this one, my friend. You’ve managed to eclipse most myth dwelling poetry with this example. Excellent work. Bravo.
Wow, Claudsy. Such high praise. There did seem to be a confluence of myth and legend in this one.
It’s always amazing to me what flashes of insight, consideration, etc. come to us, whether in the stillness of the moment or in the rush of creativity.
This one has that extra something that, for me, puts it in a different category.