#NaPoWriMo Entry #8: “To Lilium”
Today’s poem is all rhyme-y. Why? Because Adam Callaway keeps asking me to do them. That’s not the real reason, though. I just felt like it today. It also helps that my poem was inspired by this: “What’s that?” you say. You’ll just have to read the poem to figure it out. It should be pretty obvious. Here goes: “To Lilium Sweet is Lilium, whose sunset shimmer quiets a man’s stuttering wayward pipe — his solemn songs rendered to joyous glimmer — in the quickened chest of an overripe soul cast in the dye inflamed with yearning. Her quiet limbs caress the trembling air and his fingers shiver as the sojourning question paddles circles; a doe’s learning sprouts, gale-wind globes searching to tear the foundation of doubt from its mooring; For she draws the melted candle, as Orpheus mastered Elysium and broke Amore, singing of Eurydice; her instrument a truss for his warbling tune, waiting at the gate to lull Cerberus to the Land of Dreams; In whose milken hands he rests his fate and whispers vows — humbled, joyed by the streams of Euphrosyne’s tears; in whose cheeks shined Dog-Star twilight and, in Eros, a love enshrined. For a love that refashions a stubbed taper and lights a thousand harmonious Orphean tales smolders love-lost terrors to scorched-earth paper; and from Heliopolis and ashes, new love prevails.