Lazarus by David R Spellman
How many years
have fed those fears
of glimpses you’ve never shared
your pieces of art
always kept so apart
like nothing you’ve ever known
asleep at the wheel
a life so surreal
a dream never imagined at all
so sadly you wait
no toss of the bait
the catch has all been lost
‘til one day you see
with some clarity
eternity waits at the door
and a hope does arise
to brighten those eyes
to a vision you could hold
the questions now gone
you sing out your song
knowing you found the right key
don’t let the world speak your mind
show them all you did find
there’s a reason for your being ‘round
though your fears may be right
at the end there’s a light
and that’s what you all should know
so don’t dwell on the beast
in the end he’s the least
his reign will last but a day
and at the end of it all
when we hear last call
we’ll rise with the sound of a name
04/15/2005 Posted on 04/16/2005 Copyright © 2024 David R Spellman
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/16/05 at 01:08 AM The hope of the resurrection powerfully and emphatically expressed! |
Posted by JD Clay on 04/16/05 at 01:58 AM This is a fascinating poem that seems to climb deeper and deeper with each line, then rises full of hope and joy in the last verse. Good stuff, Dave.
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Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 04/18/05 at 09:07 PM Yes! I liked the form in this as it brings the reader in a swirling like feeling down to the point that you make... |
Posted by Glenn Currier on 04/19/05 at 03:59 AM David, these lines were the most powerful for me: "don’t let the world speak your mind / show them all you did find / there’s a reason for your being ‘round" Regardless of my fears about what others might say or judge, for my own rdemption, I must let my life speak. I like the rhyme and the slightly irregular rhythm. There is enough of a pattern to urge me own but enough surprises to keep me grounded in reality too. Excellent poem.
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Posted by Kate Demeree on 05/31/06 at 12:03 PM Well said David.. interesting choice of name.. and wordings. It makes me ponder.... and that is just what poetry should do. |
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