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Paralyzed

January 26, 2015
By mennoswagg43 BRONZE, Harrisonburg, Virginia
mennoswagg43 BRONZE, Harrisonburg, Virginia
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I meander down a leafed path through the bare, thick trees that are warped together

I linger underneath one in the darkness and ponder the sky through the interstices of the branches

The universe we live in is an enigma; it’s hypermagical

God flung the stars up into the Heavens and created eddies of galaxies

I awake from my reverie and continue my jaunt through the tunnel of shrubs

I gaze at the celestial lights as I carelessly stroll, but a patch of briars ensnare my pant leg and pierce me like a razor blade

Disentangling myself from the claws of the monster, I stumble upon a bed of Queen's Anne's lace

The dewed flowers are more delicate than porcelain and cringe as I caress their heads

As I edge my way towards the opening of the clearing, I spot a full moon shining over my head

I hear the yawp of an owl, feel the blustering, brisk wind on my face, smell a waft of sweet honeysuckle, and taste the dampness of a rain to come

I scan across the horizon at the majestic, jagged, and archaic mountains

Even the great Michelangelo couldn’t make statues as magnificent as these

I study the hushed dell and fixate upon a friend

A bony, wide-eyed raccoon gives me a cordial smile that welcomes me to his home

He whispers greetings to me underneath his breath

Then like a flash of lightning, the masquerader absconds to his chamber out of sight like a bandit

I blink my eyes and wonder if I even saw him there at all

Out of nowhere rain plunges to the ground, and the wind whistles a familiar tune

A flicker of golden light wriggles across the sky and is accompanied by an utter of thunder that shutters the earth

The wind mutters something again that I can’t quite catch

The trees, firm and motionless, don’t falter from the howling, surging, fierce gales

I gape up at the welkin overwhelmed

Everything around me is like a hieroglyphic; it’s hard to figure out

Everything around me is unimaginable

Everything around me is glorious

Everything around me is made by a meticulous God

Here I stand, paralyzed with the beauty the engulfs me


The author's comments:

I love using imagery and descriptive words in poems, and I had this vivid picture that I wanted to make readers visualize.  I wanted readers to be in awe at the nature that surrounds them.  I wanted readers to realize the beauty that God surrounds us with.  I wanted readers to see God in nature.


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on Dec. 20 2015 at 9:34 pm
mennoswagg43 BRONZE, Harrisonburg, Virginia
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Thanks! You have some great works too!

on Jan. 27 2015 at 7:13 pm
JackFromAK SILVER, Anchorage, Alaska
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Wow I love this! The setting is described perfectly, with just enough similes to make it seem real. I like the repetition at the end with "Everything around me"