Liturgy
In deep night
the plaintive call
of a distant strain
pulls my blood
A call to prayer and longing
for what once was
tugs my arteries
in a doleful throb
On far off rails
a train smoothes
overground
as herds of antelope
roll the desert dust
rectifying into one
my wayward wants
The whistle sounds
but one refrain
a thousand psalms
that sing your name
scattering jewels
in midnight's wind
advancing the caravan
into dawn
plucking stars
of my lingering evensong
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Blends personal longing with abstract spiritual/philosophical imagery of trains, deserts, prayer.
Dense layering of sensory, spiritual, and temporal ideas compressed into flowing free verse.
Melancholic yearning and loss tempered by transcendent, mystical moments and dawn imagery.
Kinetic momentum from train imagery, whistle, caravan motion; lyrical intensity throughout.
Approximately 12-14 lines of free verse prose-poetry; falls in 7-15 range.
Rich metaphors, personification, allusions; blood/arteries, desert herds, jewels, psalms pervasive.
Pure lyric internal voice; introspective emotional meditation with no narrative or dramatic shift.
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