A thousand years young
Valor written on my bare chest,
Prying eyes, from the mask
Fear?
May be
Illusion
None.
Oh! My armor
Impervious to atrocities
As you make me,
I become you
Every day.
Crown me with triumph
Millennium isn’t easy
Sweat, tears, blood
Are priceless
– I wear them all.
Come another thousand years
I’d still wear them with pride
All that inscribed on my armor
Not fatigue, dismay, failure
Come sunrise
I’ll have a box of surprises.
Tonight on Dversepoets Poetics, Anthony has us write on visual art form by Phyllis Galembo. Visit here to read some wonderful poetry.
dang….there is a cool magic in your words….some great lines too abhra…
As you make me,
I become you…is just a mind blower…
my fav stanza though is the priceless toil
wearing them all and taking pride in them
cool write…
This is a timeless poem, Abhra. Millenium definitely isn’t easy.
Amazing we as a society have survived so many milleniums having to fight so many atrocities….seen and unseen…you nailed it!
Wonderful poem… love the ending!
A nice piece of writing here..wonder what the box of surprises will be???
“Crown me with triumph
Millennium isn’t easy
Sweat, tears, blood
Are priceless
– I wear them all.” nice, Abhra… very powerful write
I wonder if a thousand years of life would be a sorrow or joy ?
Beautiful. A poem to treasure and be proud of.
It brings out the beauty of the image, of the creator of the costume/mask, the person standing there: you pay them homage and add a layer of your own to the total package.
wonderful ending
a thousand years young… cool..and i like how you play off his chest and that box of surprises there in the close..As you make me,
I become you…another fav part…
A very powerful write, Abrha! You have written some very vivid lines. I like how you confer timelessness to this armored figure.
As you make me, I become you…
Quite a chilling poem, very powerful, a bit of a warning there, I think.
” As you make me,
I become you
Every day.”
Armour has been defined in a timeless manner here Abhra… and the true spirit of armour..well expressed 🙂
There’s a spiritual sense to this, a lasting entity that maintains, that survives, that endures. Perhaps it is life itself. Very thought provoking piece.
Wonderful poem! I love,
‘Sweat, tears, blood
Are priceless
– I wear them all’
And of course, ‘As you make me, I become you’. WOW. Amazingly well expressed!
Abhra, very well done. Great read. >KB
interesting poem…especially that bit about “as you make me, I become you.” A lot of power in your words.
I like the part too – as you make me, I become you ~ Good one, smiles ~
Isn’t it amazing how masks lend themselves to metaphor and pondering. Niely expressed.
A beautiful play of words.
Wow-powerful and thought provoking piece. I really liked the ending.
Come sunrise
I’ll have a box of surprises
True enough! Often upon the next day one will have lots of ideas to work on. Having slept on it ideas just fly in, in abundance! Nicely Abhra!
Hank
I thought I was reading your self-portrait poem, which gave it a different twist altogether until I realized this was for another prompt!
What a spellbinding poem this is, and would stand on its own without a prompt as one to discover again and again…