It wasn’t in her grace to see
Blinded through reality
Sideways glances, eyelids drawn
Quivering in ecstasy
Oh little martyr that you wait
For heaven’s kisses now;
You’ve consigned yourself to fate
But your suffering is how.
The skies are falling! Angels tread
Near her fragile form
And leave her shattered in her bed
Shallow breathing still but warm.
Oh little martyr can’t you see
Your path lies somewhere grim;
On fallen men and promises
Where daylight now grows dim
She waits for special messages
Her love for spirit strong
She’ll teach the wisemen and sages
To glean the right from wrong
Oh little martyr say a prayer
Your time is drawing near
Despite your pleadings to be fair
Life cannot hold you dear.
The truth beheld but not be told-
Lies twixt the earth and heaven’s fold!
It’s moral scattered through the dawn
It can you see but never hold.
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who reads this lovely poem.
it sings into her inner soul
just like it was a song.
Raney
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but in any case, you might consider not ending the poem with two lines starting with "it" just to keep those two lines as immediate and specific as possible. When we use "this" and "it" in our writing, we force the reader to refer back to what we're talking about. Sometimes it's unavoidable (ha ha) but poems are the place for writers to be as in-your-face as possible. If that makes sense.
Thumbs up, and thanks for posting this.
Everyone, Thanks for liking it enough to comment. I realize it can mean many things. My original impression was how (spiritually) we can look for enraptured delusion leading to self destruction, instead of clarity of vision, but I guess that is a lot of relationships we have- not just with spirit. I wasn't in a dark place when I wrote it, just reacting to the overarching angst expressed here so often. How we torture ourselves into life pathways based on idealism.