Painting by Ladislaus von Czachorski‘Joy Comes’ and Other Poetry by Rachel Holbrook The Society May 21, 2018 Beauty, Poetry, Terrorism 9 Comments Joy Comes Softly silent; kindly kept, ___the haunted hours crept. Moonlit minutes—marked and mute, ___the lonely doubt takes root. The tendrils twine; the rootlets reach. ___Somehow the sun must breach. Morning breaks; my bridegroom’s come— ___virtue’s vigil done. The light of love shines stronger still. ___Awake, Amore’s thrill! What Happened in Vegas Such chaos in the streets and in our hearts bleeds through our careful guise of full control. To crying eyes we lift our bloodied hands. To hide our face we block out all the Light. The coward in his window high above sent terror through the night to lay them low. As blood began to pool at fallen feet, the Good ran in to gather slaughtered sheep. “Where are you, God?” Our hearts cry out in pain. So soon our nation dons our mourning black. How are we here? My God! And it’s so soon. The dark of night can’t hide our sins from You. We huddle close to crowd the monsters out. We open hearts to let the Light come in. Rachel Holbrook writes from her home in Knoxville, TN. She is the author of the syndicated serial “Little River.” Her poetry and short fiction have been published or are forthcoming in Burningword Literary Journal, *82 Review, Ink in Thirds, Akitsu Quarterly, The Avalon Literary Review, The Springs of Helicon, and others. She was recently awarded an Honorable Mention by the International English Honor Society Sigma Tau Delta at their annual English convention for her short story “A Slow Burn,” and received the Springs of Helicon Poetry Award from the English faculty at Tennessee Wesleyan University. She can be found online at www.RachelHolbrook.net NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. NOTE TO POETS: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. CODEC News:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 9 Responses C.B. Anderson May 21, 2018 Rachel, Oddly enough, in the second poem your refusal to rhyme is very effective. Blank verse suits you, and you seem to have an ear for iambic meter. All technicalities aside, you laid out a strong idea very convincingly. Reply Rachel Holbrook May 22, 2018 Thank you! I appreciate that. Reply Leo Yankevich May 23, 2018 I enjoyed these both, Rachel. Reply Rachel Holbrook May 23, 2018 Thank you so much, Leo! Reply James Sale May 23, 2018 Very moving poems; I especially liked Joy Comes – the way the lines almost coyly advance until the morning breaks and love becomes decisive. Beautiful. Reply Rachel Holbrook May 28, 2018 Thank you so much, James! Reply James A. Tweedie May 23, 2018 Let me add my appreciation for the lyric and moving blank verse in the Vegas poem. Reply Rachel Holbrook May 28, 2018 Thank you, James! I appreciate it. Reply Lew Icarus Bede May 31, 2018 Life rushes past. It’s hard to do all the important things there are to do in life, and then write poems to boot. Where is there time for criticism? Anyway, I found, as Mr. Anderson and Mr. Tweedie did, the blank verse of “What Happened in Vegas” convincing and moving; but even more than that, its sonnetesque structure is extraordinary. I also enjoyed, the cloyingly alliterative “Joy Comes”. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.