Sophist Skills

Posted on March 26, 2012 | 12 Comments

As the words draw me out
From behind barriers tall
Stairs ascend on high
Climbing fear lest I fall

Visions brought for your sake
Guttural chakra now wakes
Labyrinth starts uncoiling
Opening words recoiling

Your heart lays open bare
Imposter says he cares
Serpentine sophist skills
His words of venom still kill

Tightly hold on to your shield
Be seduced not and yield
This warning I know is late
Still we are our own fate

© 2012 Michael Yost 3/26

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12 responses to “Sophist Skills”

  1. David (1MereMortal) | March 26, 2012 at 6:05 PM | Reply

    A very enchanting write…marvelous.

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  2. Becky | March 27, 2012 at 9:27 AM | Reply

    This has a great rhythm to it — halting yet I needed to keep going.
    Also — I needed to google some of those words. 🙂
    Well done my friend!

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  3. The Lonely Recluse | March 27, 2012 at 4:33 PM | Reply

    Great imagery in this poem, I love the choice of words.
    By the way, I’ve tagged you – http://lonelyrecluse.wordpress.com/2012/03/27/eleven-things-about-being-tagged/
    The Lonely Recluse.

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  4. elleceef | March 27, 2012 at 5:11 PM | Reply

    “Still we are our own fate”. How true that is. I enjoyed your poem very much – I liked its cadence and the words to of course 🙂

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  5. Explorations in Sacred Space | March 27, 2012 at 9:43 PM | Reply

    Enjoyed! On a roll with this one, huh? 😉

    “We are our own fate” … a very profound line.

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  6. jeannicolerivers | March 29, 2012 at 7:47 AM | Reply

    Your words gave me chills!

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