his soul sings silently,
threaded
in gauzy and golden light
my heart impales itself
on this melody
my soul cleaves
to his lyrical luminescence
his great, flowing essence
quenches my thirst ~
this scorching yen
that scars
of successive past lives
have woven
into my very essence
he washes me
away from myself
leaving me bare,
somewhat macerated and bare
exposed ~
for all my frailties and wounds
... he sees ... he knows ...
he hears the whispers of the universe, too
that sacred light
of his core
flickers softly,
and with each flash,
he carves
another spark
into my weak, low-burning ember
in the glow of his mantle
his innocent generosity cascades
endlessly,
scented with divine wisdom
the beauty of him
touches that raw, pulsing
and forbidden corner of my heart
which eats fire
cherished ~
the grace of his movements ~
cherished ~
the gentle contemplation
of his speech
cherished ~
my golden apple
~the.red.mantissa~
BARB
Bardouble29 (aka Barb) has always loved to write. Writing has proven to be a way to deal with the tough parts of life. Her poetry tends to be a little on the dark and sad side. She loves making words come alive. But she can be known to throw in poems of other venue.
9 comments:
hi,
thanx for posting this. just a couple small changes:
second last stanza, last line:
please change that to which
(... which eats fire ...)
last line of the poem:
please make it italics
(... my golden apple ...)
thanx! :)
Mantissa
You are so like me in your process.
I edit everything and am never satisfied--that's the secret to always getting better, so stay wrestleless and follow the wind. Trim the wordy little leaves, and grow the sweetest little banzai tree possible with every poem.
"cherished ~
my golden apple"
Love, in physical, visceral, beautiful form--in your face and everywhere else.
On the page in verse, walking freely from horizon to horizon.
Great Poem, Red Mantissa.
i expressed, here, in this poem, love at the level of the soul ... with the sense that i have loved this soul in a past life. the love expressed here is not necessarily carnal ... it transcends the physical, in a sense. however, the reference to 'golden apple' denotes a waivering ... toward the (forbidden, in this case) physical.
thanx, eric. i love your eloquence. and yes, isn't writing poetry like trimming a bonsai? what a lovely analogy!
:)
Golden apples are the food of choice to many pagan gods, especially the Norse. Love and golden apples of forbidden knowledge... I'm just preaching to the choir, here, aren't !?
peace out
I made the requested changes for you my friend!
Beautiful poem. that all i can say
eric ~ that forbidden golden apple ... so you understand, then ... ;^)
barb ~ many thanx!
sandy ~ i humbly thank you ... tho, the inspiration for this piece really holds far more beauty than these words ... really. (not necessarily carnal or physical beauty ... but a beauty which transcends that)
Amazing philosophical poetry. Your poem is really awesome.
Who you get all these thought?
RITA PIT
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