“We all hope for
breakthrough rebirth moments.” - Dane Cook
Rather apt for
Northern Hemisphere, where Spring is approaching Poetry Jam this week has prompted readers with the following thought: “It is the season of
birth and rebirth, so I am going to title this prompt ‘Bees, Bunnies, and Birds’…”
Here is my poem:
Renaissance
I’ll be reborn,
Like a drooping snowdrop flower
Peeking from a cover of snow;
Like a pure white lamb in Spring;
Like an emerald blade of grass,
From dark, dank soil emergent.
I’ll be resurrected,
Like the swollen seed sprouting;
Like a gentle wave on quiet shore
When it’s stirred by the zephyr;
Like the first star, bright,
On velvet twilit sky of evening.
I’ll become free,
Like prisoner released from an unjust confinement;
Like the mist of the valley
When it’s caressed by rising sun;
Like the bird that soars so high
When first released from its cage.
I’ll be redeemed,
Like a promise finally fulfilled;
Like a sin confessed and forgiven;
Like the refined metal released from ore
Under the purifying flame of fire;
Like a dusty road washed clean by a rain shower.
I’ll be comforted,
Like a traveller who at last
Sees his welcoming home shore;
Like a desert wanderer, who sick of mirages
Finally arrives at the real oasis,
Like an orphan who can at last feel a mother’s love.
I’ll be reborn,
I’ll be resurrected,
I’ll become free,
I’ll be redeemed,
I’ll be comforted,
I’ll live my wasted life over,
Only when you come into it…
Renaissance
I’ll be reborn,
Like a drooping snowdrop flower
Peeking from a cover of snow;
Like a pure white lamb in Spring;
Like an emerald blade of grass,
From dark, dank soil emergent.
I’ll be resurrected,
Like the swollen seed sprouting;
Like a gentle wave on quiet shore
When it’s stirred by the zephyr;
Like the first star, bright,
On velvet twilit sky of evening.
I’ll become free,
Like prisoner released from an unjust confinement;
Like the mist of the valley
When it’s caressed by rising sun;
Like the bird that soars so high
When first released from its cage.
I’ll be redeemed,
Like a promise finally fulfilled;
Like a sin confessed and forgiven;
Like the refined metal released from ore
Under the purifying flame of fire;
Like a dusty road washed clean by a rain shower.
I’ll be comforted,
Like a traveller who at last
Sees his welcoming home shore;
Like a desert wanderer, who sick of mirages
Finally arrives at the real oasis,
Like an orphan who can at last feel a mother’s love.
I’ll be reborn,
I’ll be resurrected,
I’ll become free,
I’ll be redeemed,
I’ll be comforted,
I’ll live my wasted life over,
Only when you come into it…
I like the progression of this poem, Nick. My favorite stanza is the "I'll be redeemed" stanza, as it resonates a bit with Easter now approaching. I sometimes feel like that dusty road being washed clean by the rain shower. Smiles. I enjoyed the last stanza, with the repetitions and then those two last lines....which give the poem a whole new meaning (for me). Glad you got into the spring mood here, Nick, even though you are into autumn! Smiles.
ReplyDeleteWhat an absolutely delightful poem! Each line paints a wonderful picture and the mood is definitely one of rebirth. I like the ambiguity of the last stanza, which can be interpreted on a personal level or a deeply religious one.
ReplyDeletelike a prisoner released from unjust confinement...that is spring and definitely easter for me....and how often we put ourselves in that confinement...released of that bondage is true freedom....
ReplyDeleteReally enjoyable read.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful poem just in time for Easter.
ReplyDeletea beautiful hymn to renewal and love that twist in the closing line...
ReplyDeleteLovely, just lovely... Happy Easter, Nicholas!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful images and great sentiment.
ReplyDeleteExcellent form and quite powerfully expressed, this has a striking harmony.
ReplyDeleteso many beautiful similarities used magically!!
ReplyDeleteI like the way you structured this and them summed it up with an addition at the end. Good for jumping into spring even tho it is fall where you live. Your poem made me think how for me in my climate, winter is actually the beginning of the time of renewal with new growth coming with the rains.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the depth of your poem, Nick, as well as the form! I also like how the closing lines throw a different light on the whole piece and incite us to read your whole poem again.
ReplyDeleteThe repetition gives a strong impact of what you are attempting to convey. And convey it you did indeed!
ReplyDeleteWishing you a Blessed Easter Nick .
What incredibly powerful images in just about every line here ... and such a powerful message of faith and perseverance in the repetition of the 'I will' ... this is just wonderful!
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