Elegance of Verse: Poetry

"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:" from Endymion by John Keats

Devoted to portraying both the beauties and sufferings of Creation, Zuri Sophilia often composes pieces of verse (which rarely emerge from her journal.)  Listed below are rotating selections of original works, which the author has chosen to release from secrecy. 

     *Paradox

Each fleeting moment dashes on

Into the gulf between realities.

What once was life, departs, anon—

Leaving, in its wake, casualties.

 

Perhaps, to strive for certainty’s course,

Is the fate of foolish humanity.

Yet, I am cradled by time’s hearse

And sustained by my own frailty. 

*Honorable Mention, Scholastic Art and Writing Awards, 2016

 

Who Am I: The Struggle

Who am I, that I shall flee

Into the mountains, fair child of reason!

When Thy whispers, upon my heart,

Vibrant hymns of brightest love

Into the depths, poor child of treason!

Urge this pen, onto life's vellum?

 

"Forsake vanity, my pure daughter;

Why hast thou wanderedoh far

Into the fiery fields of avarice?

In the balances, thou art weighed:

Transform these talents!"

 

Awake, O wretch, eternal slumber

Into the mountains, fair child of reason!

Release each blasphemous name,

Upon thy eager lips and heart

Into the depths, poor child of treason!

What embrace, envelops thy soul?

 

"Forsake jealous hatred, my pure daughter;

Why hast thou wandered oh far

Beside the dark deluge of oppression?

In the balances, thou art weighed:

Transform these talents!"

 

Accept thy fate, ye resolute

Into the mountains, fair child of reason!

Amongst the flames of retribution,

Or absolve these raucous chains

Into the depths, poor child of treason!

With gracious words of truth!

 

"Thy faith shall release thee, my pure daughter!

How thou hast strode oh far

From deepest doubts of recollection!

In the balances, thou art weighedL

Thee and thy double talents."

 

O sacred Son of Father's love,

Upon such throne of old

Hath for thee, a place above,

Amidst the streets of gold.

From age to age, His Being

Remains, upon His certain saints:

Sacrifice, such lives, freeing

From vanity's restraints.






 Humanity's Dawn

Sweet light of truth, upon this earth,

As breathes into the poet's pen

From thy eternal, celestial birth,

Some hymn of love or empty sin

Unite these tribes of error's woe,

Beneath thy swift, unchanging voice,

And teach of dawn's Heavenly glow

On a world, devoid of pride and choice.

 

Revelation Song

Writhe, ye spirits of sublime,

Tattered by the winds of shame!

Usurp the throne of restless time

And fickle hearts, reclaime!

Indulge sweet passions, ye resolute:

With merry many, feast!

All soon, shall come the Absolute,

And, afterwards, the beast.

*The Soul’s Resolution

Nothing but tears, fraught with pain,
Can express this hopeless insanity.
Words, in their finest form, are vanity—
They merely abuse the sorely slain.

Still, sweet relief cannot be bought.
Every tear has gracefully fallen dead
From the scourged eye, that has bled
The firm resolution of the soul.

*Silver Key, Scholastic Art and Writing Awards, 2016