Shadorma

A shadorma poem — How foolish To think I’d escape- Still I wish To resist Chaos I seem to create- Is this just my fate? Misery Sure loves company- Still I try To defy discord that’s destroying me- Is hope within reach? Heaviness I’ve begun to hate- Still I drift Back to this Sick state to which I’m a slave- Will I waste away?

A shadorma poem — What happened to the solid ground beneath me? Emotion- with strength like a tsunami pulls me to the deep. Will I sink to the bottom of cold abyss? Distraction- like rope from a rescue ship draws me closer in. Can I break away from this dark endless sea? Devotion- like waves washing over me moves effortlessly. Who am I that You would save my shipwrecked soul? Redemption- like a light house on a coast

The verses are written in Shadorma format (3/5/3/3/7/5) You know when- angels are dancing on their head- When the sky turns a Fuschia and the clouds are a wisp of white When a child swaddled, asleep, softly smiles, raising peachy cheeks to feathery lashes that quiver to Zion’s dreams When a land dried, cracked, is showered by Zeus and its thirst quenched a mother is born, and life sprouts, and hope blossoms When a man