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Open Poetry #11

Golem

artsygrl
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since 2000-11-17

Posts 55
Florida

0 posted 2000-11-19 02:11 PM

   Golem

      Painful entangle
      Of threads upon heart
      "Kiss me my faithful friend"

      Against my arguing my heart screams this in a
      Feeling lost on my own comprehension,
      My body feels a drawing upon your lips,
      And I know within a moment I will be
      Recollected,
      Hoping nothing more was shown or seen.
      How I ached for rituals end of placidity and
      Reasoning,

      And you speak words like an acquaintance
      speaks in a polite chime,
      And feel the love behind kind eyes

      Your words spoken like a Good Samaritan to
      save heart,
      You feel some need to speak to me like you're
      a little girl's leading,
      And treat me like a brotherly mentor stroking
      to save face, or grace, or reasoning,
      All for feelings, for me or mine?

      But you do not know how my heart embarks in
      it's painful bargaining,
      For I would never lesson pride for one who
      does not want to hold me,

      So I denied you long ago
      And I have tried in vanity's pain to let go

      Gold smith of heaven or of heart has weakened
      my desire to fight,
      and weaves this pain inside entranced in a
      heart's longing , that I can only see
      in light of night's eyes,
      when I have no choice or escape from time,

      It laughs unremorseful in innocence,
      Refusing to not bestow it's gift,
      And aches to remind me that I do not want it's
      mater's weaving

      Artistry of love's being,
      a gift
      not allowed, unalloyed to detail,
      not allowed to show it's intricate motions

      And I anger at its threading
      Because I do not know why it exist
      When my head does not want it
      I have rationalized it away

      For my friend, dare I say that, one whom might
      be kind , but is so
      not deserving

      I am not a child to be spoken to, but then
      Again, my eyes deceive my action's reasoning

      Weave me a symbol only in a ring
      Placed upon my reality
      Reality's principle edged in magical dreams
      Of the one who can place it and not be dreamed
      In a gold thread , unpleasing ,unreasoned,
      Woven feelings

      This is refused not agreement of heart's head
      I will die in what is not meant to be,
      As you talk again like words spoken from a
      Golem's mouth.

      I sit back knowing you must glimpse my eye's
      Betrayal,
      But I will not give up my pride to show you how I feel,
      For even though love is woven in a beautiful
      Entrance,
      It is not real
-Barbara M. Brewer-

Mike
Member Elite

since 1999-06-19

Posts 2462

1 posted 2000-11-19 03:37 PM

I envy those who have the ablility to write free verse. 'Tis easy to do, just difficult to do well. Finely written and expressed.
Enjoyed.

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