"Jacobs Dream" by Murillo Bartolome Esteban‘What Heights Within My Mind Descend’ by David Hollywood The Society August 8, 2017 Poetry 6 Comments What heights within my mind descend? To fall on peaks where faith shall end, As summits fail to comprehend, That lands beneath cannot ascend, The pinnacles my thoughts transcend. As inspirations aimed to call, Upon our heavened dreams enthralled. And knock upon its door for all, The altitudes no longer small, Are vast in revelation’s hall. But grandeurs on a higher scale, Exhibit faith in answers frail. The temples which my mind inflate, Are caverns where I hibernate, For purgatory’s nauseous wait. And life in spirits glance perchance, Inspires a mortal souls entrance, With thoughts inclined to twist and wish, Ambitions that my wisdom missed, In ideals that in faith persists. And judgment’s search for afterlife, Revealed just ghost’s undying strife, Pursuing where the veil shall lift, Above salvation’s timeless gift, Amongst the lofty depths,…………. ………………that tumbled into bliss. David Hollywood co-Directed The Bahrain Writer’s Circle and founded ‘The Colours of Life’ poetry festival in Bahrain , The Gulf, and latterly worked in Antigua, The West Indies upon a variety of poetry in performance events. He is the author of an eclectic collection of poems titled ‘Waiting Spaces’ plus co-author of ‘My Beautiful Bahrain’, ‘Poetic Bahrain’, ‘More of My Beautiful Bahrain’, ‘Lonely’ and a variety of further publications. He was the in-house poet for ‘Bahrain Confidential Magazine’ and is one of the most widely read poets in The Middle East. He is a literary critic for ‘Taj Mahal Review’ plus an essayist on the subject of poetry appreciation. There are plans for a new collection of poetry and essays to be released in 2018. David has additional responsibility for the teaching of Wine Appreciation Programmes and Themes which he developed for the hospitality industry, and currently lives in his home country of Ireland. Related Post A Sonnet by Edward Hoke 03.27.18 A smattering of rain above a hall That holds her earthy fragments, broken, spent, A woman who, in life, out-did them all, And e’en in dea... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 6 Responses Evan August 8, 2017 My apologies for publishing this poem originally under poet David Watt’s name. Two good poets named David, not living in the U.S. or Europe, who would have thought?! Reply Satyananda Sarangi August 9, 2017 Greetings Sir! This is sheer brilliance, I would say. I still remember the effect your poem ‘Your Visions Standing Here’ had on me for days. 🙂 Regards and best wishes. Reply David Hollywood August 10, 2017 Dear Evan, Many thanks for the acknowledgement and opportunity to be associated with David Watt whose poetry I have have admired for some time. Reply David Hollywood August 10, 2017 Dear Satyananda Sarangi, Many thanks you for your very generous comments regarding my poems. I am very happy and privileged to be a part of such a great community of poets who all inspire us to become as good as our capabilities allow. Thank you again, with thanks also to all others. Reply James Sale August 15, 2017 Very ambitious poem – the rhyme scheme alone is difficult, and you have pulled this off extremely well. Like the opening line – it really does create a sense of perplexing paradox which follows through to the end . Well done. Reply David Hollywood August 16, 2017 Dear James Sale, Many thanks for your very kind observations and comments. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.