Arching walls, reaching so high—
a petition to far off stars,
proportioned gold mosaic
to lure Her, ensnare Her fast.
I am here, for immortality,
to listen to endless prayers
All sad slaves, quarry and mines,
all who are dead, like torn prayer flags
the beggars, helpless outside,
uninvited, She stays with them.
The incense, in hora mortis
nostrae, the smell of great fear.
How lovely, the music of day.
Many thanks, Oh Emperor.
I am sorry, I couldn’t save you.
She stays away in deep silence,
a pilgrim on an wide, white beach
the wave, the gull, everything.
Three Sijo
Poetic Bloomings prompt - Personification
a petition to far off stars,
proportioned gold mosaic
to lure Her, ensnare Her fast.
I am here, for immortality,
to listen to endless prayers
All sad slaves, quarry and mines,
all who are dead, like torn prayer flags
the beggars, helpless outside,
uninvited, She stays with them.
The incense, in hora mortis
nostrae, the smell of great fear.
How lovely, the music of day.
Many thanks, Oh Emperor.
I am sorry, I couldn’t save you.
She stays away in deep silence,
a pilgrim on an wide, white beach
the wave, the gull, everything.
Three Sijo
Poetic Bloomings prompt - Personification
Love "like torn prayer flags", and then those closing, enveloping, incredible closing lines. Wow! I so loved this.
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