Struggling in the Silence

November 14, 2010 English, Poem, Welkin Siskin

Welkin Siskin

Welkin Siskin lives in Seattle, Washington. He is the poet of varied nature, who writes on various themes. Poetry for him is the healing ointment of a heart destitute of vision.

He believes that poetry is the play of words, the change of verbs into nouns; the game of words surging through the heart's inside.
His poetry is the yearning for freedom, love, life, and the expression of the Nature that adorns the Universe- the mysterious eternity of the Infinite.

Welkin Siskin
Washington, USA

My bereft aura that bethinks me of my art is lost;
Where the cockles of my heart whispered and sounded off like the bravery of the Jesus’ Cross.
Where wits of my ignorance of conscience purl’d like the cascades;
Facing the horror of the grievous like the roots of the trees stretching its arm holding up the glades.

My bereft aura that bethinks me of my art is lost;
Where My childish knowledge cared for the undoing of the Earth, dawn to dusk;
Where my voice of silence brooked like the Jews enduring the ugly behest of Hitler;
Where the humanity set back in the cruelest lure;
Of the cult;of the dogma of brevity.

My bereft aura that bethinks me of my art is lost;
Where the Nile of dares of my insanity defended the burst;
Of the evening of the mobsters’ struggles.
Where the noble and the honest,the virteous and the upright lost their souls.

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