A Man, A King

What is a man but

Flesh and bone gave breath;

Such mortal beast

To buck beneath

The reins of my imagination.

Cry out for me, ye bloodied hands

I am the stones arise on emerald hills

My flesh the graven gold

Of toiling back and grinding axe.

My blood be thee and thine

All rivers flow to mine

Call me God, for all I see is all I am

A fire in the earth

Tempered in the sea of sable madness

Yet to swim, yet to circumnavigate

My ambition, this thing of steel

No land might ever satisfy

The hunger of my soul.

All songs, they sing for me

Each note a dirge unto my memory.

Each breath, praise, for it is mine divine

Providence, they say, a god-in-man

Whoso could ever hope to say

I could not turn the tides.

I am the horse that rides,

I am the bolt that flies,

I am the child that cries,

He whom only fate defies.

Behold my majesty and yet despair

Of he who masters everyone

And nothing, and no one, still.

For the latest Monday Poetry Potluck!

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11 thoughts on “A Man, A King

  1. This is brilliant! You really have a knack for writing the most profound thoughts.

    Loved these lines especially:
    “Behold my majesty and yet despair

    Of he who masters everyone

    And nothing, and no one, still.”

    The words ring so true…

  2. The rythym and flow of this was just wonderful…and there’s a sadness, too, that we are all just human and fallible and masters of our own little universes and not much else. I really enjoyed this!

  3. This poem held a lot of power and wisdom! Man is the question, and man is the answer too! Man is the fire, and man is the water too!
    I think you have written a brilliant piece here, Chris…
    This poem reminds me of the speech given by Galt, in Atlas Shrugged! Amazing – both!!!!
    Thank you so much for sharing this power laden poem at poetry potluck!! We are thrilled to have you here…

  4. It is great to reread your work…

    I could not turn the tides.

    I am the horse that rides,

    I am the bolt that flies,

    I am the child that cries,

    He whom only fate defies.

    love these lines, they speak truth yet poetic and fun to read.
    hope to see you next Monday, simply link and visit…

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