Ascension
by ianblackpoet
For all the world is wilderness, to be
A modest soul is not enough: the mild
And timid traveller is never free
To roam as creatures loosed upon the wild.
Unbridled beings bound amid the trees,
Their echoes looming in pernicious night;
They are but pilgrims falling on the breeze:
Where others cower, they seek out delight.
Resolve where fear would overcome, and dare
To venture through the dark; to be the one
Who rises as the phoenix from despair;
To seek the company of wolves, and run!
Sail headlong to the tempest, though the waves
Arise! The seas are reaching to the sky,
And all who hesitate shall find their graves;
But this will not be you – you will not die.
Let old Poseidon posture down below,
And witness fury in immortal form;
But never suffer fear or doubt to grow:
Sail onward into hell – and love the storm.
Be not afraid, but gaze into the black
Abyss with bravery at your command;
Do battle with your all, leave nothing back:
And as the tempest falters, you will stand.
Unfurl your latent wings and soar; ascend
Unbidden through the possible; deny
To anyone the right of doubt; transcend
Your limitations, and your fears – defy!
Let nothing chain you to the earth, allow
No solemn clouds to reign beyond your reach;
Make neither empty promises nor vow:
At once take flight into the blue, and breach
The very sky! For you are neither bird
Nor caterpillar set on youth’s demise;
You need await no song or freeing word;
For liberty is yours – you must arise!
The night awakens as a slumbering
Colossus, clambering from in the deep;
Destruction following its lumbering
Advance upon the mortal world asleep.
But even as you watch the light dissolve,
And darkness without end begin to grow:
You only need to steady your resolve
To vanquish even this immortal foe.
If everything you love has turned to black,
And all the colour from the world is drawn:
Compel the towering colossus back
Into the blighted depths – and break the dawn.
There is no more a god beneath the sky
Than one who meets the end – and will not die.
Fantastic piece of work. So inspiring. Thank you for sharing this.x
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Absolutely brilliant, hypnotic in its brilliance. You’ve stirred me, sir; I heard you as so many have heard Maya Angelou’s “Rise.” No, you don’t understand me yet: I am enthralled by this piece, and it has changed me. I’m printing this one out for myself! I will read more of your blog, and I thank you for following mine. As I said to another poet, please forgive “The Mirror;” or rather, forgive me for posting without patience/revision. Will do so now! I am honored by your interest. Namaste’.
You truly write like A Modern Master
Amazing. You’re the one following me??
This has an antique feeling to it, and it’s refreshing to encounter this style in a modern poet. What beautiful descriptions and deliberate care you took.
Wow this is beautiful. You very nearly made me cry.
I don’t read much poetry, but I do read yours. Perhaps more accurately I should say I *can* read yours! It reaches me. For this reason, I’ve nominated you for The Versatile Blogger Award. You can read more about it here, if you like: http://dysthymiabree.com/2013/11/04/the-versatile-blogger-award/
Another marvellous poetry beautifully made with elegance. Just astonishingly amazing
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Made by the Ian Stewart Black, the modern master of classical poetry. It is a work of art, and has a very influential feeling into it.
another masterpiece!!! And loved your book!!!
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Truly a modern master of classical poetry!! I read his book from front to back, and could not put it down!! Bravo to you Ian!!