Still

by Shalymar P.


Still as may the ocean roar to its pounding thunder,
Still as may the trees stand bare of no leaf,
As shall the snow fall to linen lace upon the ground,
Still may the rose bloom in velvet petals,
With pointed thorns,
As the rose’s stem coiled around my wrist,
And then thistles grew at my knees in dry sprouts,
Still as it may be that the moon could rise in its silver light,
With an iris unblinking to watch as I slept,
Still could it be that the sky is mended above with no tear nor wrath,
And as still as the world tilt in a crooked balance,
I have wondered as the thoughts of mine pondered,
Could so much stay above this horizon that blankets the sun?
And still as the world may close its eyes to rest for the eternity,
As pale and cold with punctured blue veins,
Where leaf and bloom could grow rigid with unpleasant crevices,
And still I know that the earth is not battered nor lit in fire,
For God has settled it in his bronze palms that may the world still turn,
As it did a thousand years long ago,
Still has the amber honey wounded through the comb,
And may as the same word has been spoken as centuries ago,
And if my still world were to shatter as that of frail glass,
And tear apart, I would no I am not the only one,
For years before have some grown so ill of a ravished soul,
To fall to the ground and turn to dust as early as could be,
And still then the world before me could rotate around the bright gold star,
Along the lines with the planets of Venus and Mars,
As it would have been done when the Greeks were birthed,
And still then and now would I know that the broken fragments that have laid upon the sorrowed ground,
Have once reformed to peer the colors of the rain,
And still as some we can differ and compare,
To be of those who were before and the years after my gone to the grave,
Still have we all spoke the same word of the world,
A truth as we rise and truth as we fall,
For still dawn can come forth after the cold dark night,
And still we be strong and then limp weakly,
But it  has still been like this since the beginning of the lonely time.

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Posted on October 17, 2018, in 2018-2019, Poetry, Student Writing. Bookmark the permalink. 15 Comments.

  1. Can I get your interpretation around the poem? I feel I may have it wrong.

    • Sure, Marysa. 😀 Through this poem I was trying to point out how a lot things are the same and they won’t ever leave. I found using examples of nature best portrayed that. Near the end of the poem I try to explain so poetically how as people there have been things we’ve all gone through. Even the ones before us and us now. Like us falling apart and building up again.

    • Sure, Marysa. 😀 Through this poem I was trying to point out how a lot things are the same and they won’t ever leave. I found using examples of nature best portrayed that. Near the end of the poem I try to explain so poetically how as people there have been things we’ve all gone through. Even the ones before us and us now. Like us falling apart and building up again.

  2. Wow, again, Shalymar, your poems are always this arrangement of beautiful descriptions that just paints a canvas full of pictures. Once again, amazing job!! 🙂

  3. Shalymar, this is an excellent poem, and some parts of it are reminiscent to T.S. Eliot, in my opinion with your descriptions. I enjoyed reading this, and I hope you continue writing, as this was an enthralling piece. Awesome work.

  4. Hi Shalymar! Thanks for sharing your awesome poetry on the blog! Just a reminder for everyone – I won’t approve comments or replies containing your last name. First names and last initials only please!

  5. Three words: beautiful, eloquent, and powerful. Keep up the wonderful work!:)

  6. Shalymar, this poem is a work of art. The words you used paint such a beautiful scene. The way you wrote this was so descriptive and mature! You have a real talent. The message of the poem, from how I interpreted it, is really heartouching and deep. Great job, this piece is absolutely brilliant!

  7. This is so. perfect. I adore the meaning and the execution. This so so my kind of poem, something that cant be found elsewhere. You nailed it, and I hope to see more from you in the future!!

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