RESURRECTED ONCE AGAIN

the backs of the humble spirits are arching

and smokes of the vexatious flares are winding

to stifle and strangle the nectar soliloquy

hindering the swollen soul to mend

oh how could it mend!

while it's dining the sour and the bland 

find me the seraphic musk 

I want to soak my pallid skin in it

 to resurrect my waning  inner

and revive my twinging body from the dead

Reviews

[John Anderson]

Very enjoyable poem wonderfully written. I loved it

[Latifa]

thank you John:)..........

[jacob erin-cilberto]

there is always redemption no matter how bad we think things have gotten, no matter how dead emotionally or spiritually we feel.

[Latifa]

thank you for the review Jacob:)...........

[Sami Khalil]

Many forms of resurrection of course. Mental, physical and spiritual. Your last sentence says twinging body and another one says the swollen soul. Excellent...:)................

[Latifa]

thank you for review Sami ramadan karim:)............

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome....:).......

[wordman]

lots of images in this write you painted a winner

[Latifa]

thank you for the review wordman:).........

[Glen Yumang Manese]

The language and the structure of which you put this verse...
comes out much in the lines...
and yet you weave the rhyme into this work...
made for lasting touch with the way this ends...

[Latifa]

thank you fro the review Glen:).........

[Glen Yumang Manese]

you're welcome...

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I looked at this again...and I was wondering if the "are's" in the first two sentences can be depleted and still give this depth...let me know...