Open Poetry #43 |
Riding Mithras To The Leap |
icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
I think less of gods as I get older, without doubt any god thinks even less of me. In burning nights of August late turning rites of magic toward recall, autumnal equinox draws my mind beyond moons of Fate turning wisps of thought ahead as work falls hard upon precision; often in my youth these days were braced to reap the whirlwind conjured carefully by cold intent, to harvest horrors' prize of game I knew to claim as mine, never wondering if age could stand one day to have my name. A sage might pray for clemency confronting truth as calumny with vapid indignation, yet I still find when pressed in time I don't pray forgiveness I don't bend a poser's knee, and never have I ever offered up a godly supplication filtered through the wistful lies of shopworn grimed theology. In youth I attended death's designs as friend, an ally confidant, a co-conspirator dividing up a common want, now I find when I look with care my old friend awaits me there patiently. ©2008 by icebox . [This message has been edited by icebox (09-06-2008 06:30 PM).] |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
I very much liked the straight forwardness of this piece and not only do we get a read that intrigues the mind, it is written with a conviction that enhances it's body. Very well done. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Intriguing as always. I have always admired the ability to tell the truth and to accept the truth. Ida |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Thank you for the gift of your reading time and for your thoughts. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
God knows you better than you know yourself, dear Charlie, and you know what? He just loves you to pieces and His arms will be friendly and open wide ... when your waiting time will come to an end ... Your wonderful poetry is an incredibly profound reflection of your path of life ... you have come to be what you are. Relax into the peace of your heart. Love and hugs. Margherita "Love is the One who masters all things; |
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