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Adonis

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Poertree
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0 posted 12-08-2000 05:00 PM       View Profile for Poertree   Email Poertree   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Poertree

Last week
he came down from Olympus
to his osier beds,
where, among the scrub willow,
the only graceful thing in his life soared and shimmered
full of silvery morning life,
beyond control, growing
clear of his self-constructed mythical height.

I am not in control
my muscles exist beyond
me the axe
head beyond that
the splinters don't fly
because of my
action
ego is apart
from the wound
the steel wedge
bites and sap
runs and runs
but this is
not me
not me
not me.
me?
no,
I am not the instigator of her fall.


This week
in the blood rush of a brand new dawn
he wades carefully round the tarnished carcass
laid out and half submerged in stagnant oily  beds.
Delicate extremities crisping brown; sliced
in the only place within his meagre reach,
the ragged stump still bleeding purity
and even now shooting clots of thin pale wands.
And they vibrate to his touch and play
and he admires their pleasing numbers
and they admire his uniqueness
and they grow swiftly for him
and he becomes what each wants:
her own Adonis on day release from Hades.

Next week,
feeling grand, he'll circle
the clustered fibrillating clump
coppicing, with only a light cleaver
he'll execute each betrayal with skill
to make the victim thrill to have such sentence passed upon her weaknesses.

And the next and the next and the next
absorbed in a cyclical orgy
each renewal a diminishing pleasure
he’ll forget the wide strong anchors that let her rise so high
and that the seen is but a shadow of that beneath
and that the callous harvest of each feeble sister
might, in the sheltered green dip beyond the rise,
send the new root tip shoot toward the skies.


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Poet deVine
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1 posted 12-08-2000 07:07 PM       View Profile for Poet deVine   Email Poet deVine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Poet deVine

Not sure what to say here. I'm awed.....
Dark Angel
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so am I.....

Maree

Tracey
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since 08-29-2001
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where insanity meets breeding


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Yep, gotta agree. This is an amazing piece of writing.

If she who dies with the most toys wins, then can I have some toy boys please?

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