04-30-2013, 11:31 PM
From a collection of poems I've been working on, my first attempts at poetry as an untrained writer.
LVIII
Solomon! Speak your words
Of yesteryear’s wisdom
No more. We will scribe
and Sing the proverbs of our own,
Deferring to your honor no longer.
The seeds of Nature will now freely speak their own voice;
You will not humble their opinions or
Alter over the whole of creation no longer. The purity of
That role, the wise ruler, will exalt in the
Hands of nature alone, not his person’s own.
LVIII
Solomon! Speak your words
Of yesteryear’s wisdom
No more. We will scribe
and Sing the proverbs of our own,
Deferring to your honor no longer.
The seeds of Nature will now freely speak their own voice;
You will not humble their opinions or
Alter over the whole of creation no longer. The purity of
That role, the wise ruler, will exalt in the
Hands of nature alone, not his person’s own.