What you believe

Who knows where your faith might lead us?

Your death, mine. 

Only believe and what you

shall see becomes shuttered.

unvarnished wood slats open, close

depending where you put it.

Who knows what light we might find?

Your life or mine?

Exercised and strong

it becomes a gravity

of shaping, warping

white light

dark night 

soul drenched,

refracted,

created,

destroyed,

reality.

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Who knows indeed.....no one can be sure. Intense emotions seem to play hide and seek through your lines, Mark. There is much to think about here....romance and spirituality. I liked it. lydi**

[Mark]

Thank you very much Lydia. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

"Who knows what light we might find?
Your life or mine?"
Some question are answered in the end. I hope the end is far away. Thank you for sharing your always thoughts provoking words. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Mark]

The end will be where it is supposed to be my friend. IN the meantime we can enjoy life as we continue to ride. :) Thanks for reading.

[Claire in VA]

Your words here are so simple, yet profound.
I always enjoy reading your work.
Claire

[Mark]

Thank you so much Claire :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i agree with Poppy about the cycle thing..."white light, dark night/ created/destroyed..."

sometimes i think we are love's puppets...and we are not sure if our lives are really ours.

your writing is so profound...much between the lines, between the syllables...between the pen and the paper it touches.

[Stanley Wilson]

what can I say great work crafted very well you wordsmith you

[Cierra]

Very nice. I enjoyed this. It really captured what life really is.

[Mark]

Thank you for reading. I"m glad you enjoyed. :)

[Ruth]

One of your more palpable pieces hon - really enforces the cycle - potently so x

[Mark]

THank you so much :)

[s y e]

Wow Mark, this is something else. You've left me speechless. The wording is totally fantastic.

[Mark]

Thank you sweetheat :)

[Zahra]

this is beautifully composed. Thought provoking