Signs and Portents

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Signs and Portents

it came to me
on the steps of the temple
a great freight train of wind
my ears were deafened
my eyes, blinded
my mouth, muted
then it stopped so suddenly
that the silence ripped my heart

it came to me
on the steps of the temple
a message dismissing Babylon
my strength will be tested
my heart, restored
my soul, blossomed
as rushing waters
pour into me

it comes to me
on the steps of the temple
a decaying of spirit
my prophecy denied
my visions ignored
my dreams ridiculed
by talking heads
that live in a box

Terri Stewart, January 2010

For Potluck Poetry night at Jingle (theme:  languages, signs, and symbols).

P.S.  The screen shot from Fox News is an actual screen shot.  What are we thinking?

13 comments

  1. danroberson said on January 16, 2011
    All the signs are there, waiting to be read, waiting for the future, waiting for someone like you to overcome the heretics. Beautiful mysterious poem, denied by talking heads that live in a box. Prophesy on.
    1. Terri said on January 16, 2011
      Thanks, Dan. Your comments are very much appreciated.
  2. Jingle said on January 16, 2011
    you did well, way to go, girl... have fun today. A++
  3. Wordywoman said on January 16, 2011
    Love the vivid imagery in the first stanza! Could nearly feel the wind!
  4. Reflections said on January 16, 2011
    Love the imagery, the depth, questions left to be answered in the prophesies.
  5. fiveloaf said on January 17, 2011
    it comes to me.. nice.. thank you for sharing cloaked! here's my potluck.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/06/19/my-whole-world/
  6. Ramesh Sood said on January 17, 2011
    I liked it.. well crafted and expressed.
  7. Kellie Elmore said on January 17, 2011
    i love that this is abstract and yet it feels so real. powerful and vivid. nice work.
  8. RJ Clarken said on January 17, 2011
    I liked the way you brought this full circle with prophesy returning in refrain,
  9. booguloo said on January 17, 2011
    believe, pray, believe and rest in our belief
  10. Alix Moore said on January 18, 2011
    Very powerful. I just loved the first two stanzas. The rush of wind and water. That is my reality--I never watch the talking heads anyway! So what do they know? Only the old ways.
  11. heather grace stewart said on January 18, 2011
    Beautiful imagery, a powerful poem. And, I wonder, could we be cousins (by marriage?) ;) Write on!
  12. shadow said on January 19, 2011
    we see, we know, yet we choose to ignore, more often than not. excellent piece!

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