Springing forth from slumbered quest
a smile adorned by vapid breath.
Elephants give rise to thunderous steps
a cry, some calamity, then more rest.
Bits have changed, good will blessed,
shards of self collected, an inspired mess.
Pieces went missing, when the hammer dropped
but there he is, standing ... looking back up.
His fashion changed, face perked up,
the meaning clarified, was this good luck?
Chipped and cracked, dazzling flare
light rebounded... as light as air.
The bits hit by roaming bands,
illuminating through time, permanence arcane.
Fruition came to pass,
a soldier, a real trooper, regained dignity.
As bit by bit, the pieces fit,
and were joined by shards of the land.
www.robross.ca
Apr 21, 2010
Apr 21, 2010 at 10:14 PM UTC
Springing forth from slumbered quest
a smile adorned by vapid breath.
Elephants give rise to thunderous steps
a cry, some calamity, then more rest.
Bits have changed, good will blessed,
shards of self collected, an inspired mess.
Pieces went missing, when the hammer dropped
but there he is, standing ... looking back up.
His fashion changed, face perked up,
the meaning clarified, was this good luck?
Chipped and cracked, dazzling flare
light rebounded... as light as air.
The bits hit by roaming bands,
illuminating through time, permanence arcane.
Fruition came to pass,
a soldier, a real trooper, regained dignity.
As bit by bit, the pieces fit,
and were joined by shards of the land.
www.robross.ca
(c) Robert W.G. Ross 2010
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