The Hero Of My Vision: Poetry By Diane Maietta

Creation is an intricate and marvelous thing, and you were born to be the hero of your own vision.  For if not you, then who?

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The Hero of My Vision

"Promise me you'll always remember: 

You're braver than you believe, 

and stronger than you seem, 

and smarter than you think.” 

–A.A. Milne, 1882-1956

 

Opalescent spectrum

Of blue, floating islands

In a cosmic ball of water—

An astronomical Marble of Splendor

In the free care of violet-wreathed Muses,

Traveling a spherical trail.

 

Tuning the fork of Heavenly harmonies—

The music from the Golden Lyre of Apollo’s sun:

The silver-bow; the Archer-god,

Far-shooting the shooting stars…

…wishes we may and wishes we might.

 

My wishes glide in the panoramic West

Along invisible bridges of rainbows:

Painted in the eyes of God...

Another day over; a new one to come.

 

There are lives and loves, and seasons and cycles—

The career, the spirit, the heart—

Each a grain of Time since Creation gone by:

When all was quiet and bare,

When archaeology was not yet born,

When turbulence was but a sleeping thought,

In the acquisitive nature of souls

Coming into the creation of man.

And He marked out the horizon on the deep face of Wisdom,

Setting all things in motion—

Rotating, revolving, swirling,

Moving the outside, in and releasing…

 

And here I lie,

Billions upon billions of years hence

Back to Earth, Heaven under me,

My bed-rock in the cool sea of grass,

Quilted in twilight within my magic eye.

 

Heat lightning telegraphs glistening electricity.

Clouds sail like pioneers, so high

In the immeasurable frontiers of skies

As majestic, porcelain, billowy gods—

Chameleons of my imagination,

Transform into intelligent, water-filled

Messengers, to rain and hail

Their stories on this astral land.

With the holiest of waters of Old & New Testaments,

For as Cervantes dreamed,

The men and women who fight for their ideals

Are the souls who are alive...

 

One might think

Such a mission impossible,

But Sweet Life is the

Hero of my vision.

 

First Rights.

Copyright, Summer1994 by Diane M. Maietta.  All Rights Reserved.  

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Diane Maietta

Self-described as a free-spirit of courage, love, and compassion, Diane Maietta was born in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and raised in the neighboring small town of Apollo, PA. She has received a citation from the Pennsylvania State House of Representatives in honor of her poetic voice and is listed in Marquis’ Who’s Who in the East, 24th Edition. You may find her artwork at her website: https://diane-maietta.pixels.com/ and her Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/dianemaietta/