"ephipany" poems
i stood pensive
near the sparkling water’s edge
where nature drowns out
the madness of humanity
staring at the rising sun
i’m deluged
in ephipany
peace rests
only in the place
where i know nothing
©2016janetaylor
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 10:45 AM UTC
Amidst the restless nights I walk alone
weaving past the streets of cobblestone
Toting on my mind is a notion overlooked,
I'm a connoisseur of allegory and oftentimes rebuke
"You ignorants! You do not know,
Like an ailment, silence grows
and without haste, it will devour you,
'til the words once chromatic lose its hue"
Yet my forewarning like fine raindrops fell
Resonated not, never even a moment to dwell
as to that exploit perforated an ephipany:
My voice will never be heard, that is ought to be;
and my words will nevermore transpierce thee,
For I am silence and silence is me.
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 5:31 AM UTC
Her poetry is a wrist continuously weeping
Emending fallacy of her bare actual being
Liturgy of her demurring heart screams
Perhaps a pellucid précis of sodality's grim
Moreover, never did the words pierced thee
Ephipany to her cloaked cry, 'tis ought to be
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 4:25 AM UTC
She walks through the corridors of my mind
Leaving nothing but longing behind
My god how could I have been so blind
Not to see this woman in front of me..
The entire time.
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 3:47 PM UTC