Poetic Interlude XLV

This poem, Gentle Reader, and others like it are available in  Patchwork Narrative, my slim volume of poetry, available here and here. Enjoy!

The stars explode with wonderment
More clear than any saw,
For new-born to the Firmament,
A freshly broken law,
Awaiting Pentecost’s descent:
Collapses, filled with awe.
A fiery blaze arises, then,
A benefacting sight;
Awaking in the world of men
A boy born into night.
Praising Sol’s exuberance,
Devours, white-hot, the light.
With a jolt, the fresh-woke lad
Recoils without sound;
Recalls the comfort shadows had,
The night-time’s coal-dust crown,
But when he has recoveréd,
The firelight’s died down.


©2014 by Tyler J. Yoder. All rights reserved

About Ty DeLyte

Madame DeLyte has suffered a grave disappointment - YET AGAIN - and still believes that freedom, beauty, and truth are what's valuable, rather than vulgar cash. He'd add love to that list - but, well, what can he say about love?
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