The Golden Cell by Odilon Redon 1892
a fool dreams of
elegant arms
swollen gentle
how he is loved
so tender held
wrinkled infant
floats in blissful cream
on pillow'd breasts
cushioning this world
of harsh brittle bones
fragrant the warmth of her silken throat
that safe enclave
that place where a heart beats
so hotly
life roaring in his ears
he is enchanted by his want
and her need to press him close
while even now
his shame is his yearning for the time
when she was unimportant
their dream may be done
looking for her in the dark
there is nothing to guide him
yet beneath the folds of his skin
he feels the certain grace of her
and a thought occurs
that darkness may not be night
that death may be life
or perhaps its the other way around
there is no way to know
and no one to tell him
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for Kim
Beatrice by Odilon Redon
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Comments
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howdy!
happy valentines day. big hug and smooch to you all.
I'm glad you like my poetry.
fusun, we're all fools. I find that the joy of being alive, being a fool.
lea, it's the damned truth, isn't it?
daisy may smithie, I'm going to redo it at a jaunty tilt. i really like the santa pompom.
joanie, your words always touch my heart. *
I wonder where the Redon-like avatar went,
or did I imagine that ? I'd love to see it again.
Some disturbing lines here, Monkey. I love it.
Thank you sweetie. **
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there is nothing to guide him
yet beneath the folds of his skin
he feels the certain grace of her
and a thought occurs
that darkness may not be night
that death may be life
or perhaps its the other way around
there is no way to know
and no one to tell him
elegant Monkey. Enjoyed very much.
I am always so surprised by the wonderful comments. This morning is no exception.
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY TO ALL OF YOU.
"on pillow'd breasts
cushioning this world
of harsh brittle bones"--yes! Perfect!
"yet beneath the folds of his skin
he feels the certain grace of her"--carrying the feeling forever.
Life, death, love. No. There isn't anything else.
I feel I want to stay ... and then you add ... the Beatrice ...