Author’s Note: A fourteen-year-old’s poetry for the self, in two versions.
Vest of the Soul Pt. I
Idly watching bended dreams
Vagabonds of life’s endless virtual realms
I have to discover wisdom yet
Eager eye and willing ear, pillows and sunrises and sunsets – and
Neither wealds nor walls shall stop myself.
Mellow emotions flood a dreamy state
A yacht, lingering West while the sea nymphs wait
Roaming beneath clouds that sculpted skies
Indefatigable, strong, Hercules’ spies:
Enchantment uncovered through opened eyes.
Lullabies of childhood memories cradled, close
On a silent feedback only time itself has told
Perpetual hope and a prayer to the holy ghost
End angst, let the fallen heroes rise from the past
Zephyr of moments that shall tell my story fast.
(March 4, 2002)
Vest of the Soul Pt. II
Ink of ire to write
Veiled secrets of an unpredictable life
Ill-fated dreams sought only once
Eternal hope sustained by repeated chants
Naked and nesting in open palms.
Mirror of a sinful soul
Am I who I am in this unholy role
Rogue routes and uncharted territories, crossed
In friends and foes and betrayal and paradise lost
Evenings three of confused, discouraged no-no’s.
Lord, I seek for a proof of your validity.
Odes and ballads and epics, all picturesque and all mythology.
Pleas to blue-white clouds reminiscent of a pre-molded sky
Endow me this gift that only in the heart will it live, sleep and die
Zealous serenity, art of chaos, art of love, essence of life.
(March 11, 2002)
(c) 2002 Vivien Marie Lopez