Brave

Perhaps ...


I was once a Prince 

heir to a garden  

where flowers spoke of seasons 

and the trees faced the Sun 



maybe ...


I became a King  

who held hands with Angels 

shone the secrets of the stars 

their pages woven within

my circular language 

of blended  senses 




uncounted saint  

I have the holy books 

in my pocket 

next to a stone 



I listened to the wise ones 

nod , and then look away 

and learned from a sage 

where truth burned within her eyes 
 


I bare this heart 

copyright 2013 Robin Amaral  

Reviews

[Corset]

I love how you ended this poem "I bare this heart" , that could be taken in so many ways, just that last line in correlation to each stanza, repeatedly stanza, one bare it as in express it, stanza two bare it as in carry it with you, stanza three bare it as in tolerate as a holy vessel would tolerate a wayward child, and stanza four I bare it as a cloak of wisdom, of truth and understanding, I bare this... this responsibility of earning such a huge and immaculate gift of truth inside those eyes...this is just a phenomenal poem Robin :)

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Robin when I read your writing I always know that your heart visits the same places mine does.....beautiful write!

[Kenneth The Poet]

Your writing is very ethereal, describing things that exists in the far reaches of the imagination. This is why I like your poetry.