Pain blossoms and with it,
awareness -
in the afterglow of my existence,
no one is there to call me friend or lover.
Prayer must’ve been answered,
and you sent in turn,
to give me a refund.
Angel of death -
hold me close,
and let me nurse from your forgiving bosom.
The dagger slips whisper soft,
between that space in my soul
where one became two;
for the sake of my other,
now missing from me.
Must you love me so,
and keep me feeling cold?
You are mine enemy,
so divine and courteous you step to me.
Smile at me with upraised fist,
You honor me with your attentions.
You are mine enemy,
and my last lover.
My other walks beside me,
and gives me away.
No one speaks,
they all forever hold their peace.
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I'm pulled in several directions by your poem, as I often am when I read your work...and that's a great thing.
For some reason, I'm called back to a quote from Kahlil Gibran's "The Prophet" in which he talks about love:
"For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning."
Loved it.
Okay, a third time. Still mysterious and sad.
I have sooooo much catching up to do.....and I am looking forward to every last second of that experience.
peece
David J
Loved the elegiac tone of the poem.
thank you Delia -
Peece
look, i aint gonna praise ya, tho you deserve heaps of it...i'm gonna ask you to deconstruct yrself, & dont gimme that poetic shit like: "oh, the poem came thru me...dont know what it means, sory"
Who, in clear precise Queen's English, is yr Enemy? Does yr Enemy exist ....independent of yr mind, or is she a .... creature...of yours?
rated..JME
peece,
DavidJ
As to the poem:
"Who, in clear precise Queen's English, is yr Enemy? Does yr Enemy exist ....independent of yr mind, or is she a .... creature...of yours?"
Simply put, She is Death and She is Life.
Death, an answered prayer, is what brings me to life "with her forgiving bosom". At the same time, it is She that splits my being/soul, I was whole until then. Through this new half-life, Her attentions (Life, experience) honor me, I rail against Her and love Her just the same though she breaks me down to quivering quanta. She is still Divine, Courteous.
She is my enemy and last lover – with my friends watching as life beats out of me in days and years, my soul-mate (other half) gives me away at my wedding, to Her again, My Enemy my Lover, my Life, my Death. No one cares or understands, there is no one ‘who will speak against this union’, they all forever hold their peace.
Tahnks for the question, my friend.
Peece.
peece,
dj