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Well-Intentioned Arms
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PoeticKnight Senior Member
since 2000-01-20
Posts 1144New Orleans, LA |
It’s not that I choose to destroy That which only brings me joy, Or tear asunder, with words or deeds Those are things I avoid Yet, always seem to feed But she can’t possibly believe, She cannot believe in me Every fault is named, and all are mine Though I would take them back, in time Of course, those fates are never true She can plainly see the signs In all the damage I do But she can’t possibly know, She cannot know the more I show I won’t allow the mind to fret Over such sorrows, just yet A pall over the bad and the good, Enflame in fires I watch myself set Only because I could But she can’t possibly wait, She cannot wait – it’s too late If control was not so dearly bought, Many a man, it would have sought Before the damage irrevocably done, That’s what this empty embrace has taught Pain I bring, even if she’s the only one But she can’t possibly harm, More, than my well-intentioned arms |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
You are quite a combo! You write light with dark undertones and vice versa...this is a "fave" now! Exceptional! |
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PoeticKnight Senior Member
since 2000-01-20
Posts 1144New Orleans, LA |
Thank you with gratitude, and my gratitude with thanks serenity. *L* |
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Just A Woman Senior Member
since 2001-03-10
Posts 507 |
I want to reflect on this a bit more later but this part.......... "Enflame in fires I watch myself set Only because I could" brought tears to my eyes. Powerful writing, my friend. The hardest thing in life is looking in a mirror and truly seeing ourself. Your poetry does that. This shall surely be my alltime favorite poem of yours.
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walker Member Elite
since 2001-02-11
Posts 2240Florida |
The universal avoidance of our needs. I truly, identify with "she". Lovely poem A quarter of a century must pass, for the writer to understand what and why he writes. |
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thecraig Member
since 2001-03-11
Posts 223 |
Reads humble honour.Good poem |
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SEA 
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
this is really powerful....... |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I, too, see the interplay of light, and dark, and the question remains hung in twilight.... |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
I think you have come to know yourself well. Take what you have learned from those lessons and use it to build a new life with one who appreciates you. Well done.  All writing comes |
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PoeticKnight Senior Member
since 2000-01-20
Posts 1144New Orleans, LA |
Thank you all and I am glad for those that saw the depths of meaning in this one. |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
PK, you always amaze me with your images. . . this is no exception. . .superb my friend. . . ----------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Or tear asunder, with words or deeds Those are things I avoid Yet, always seem to feed But she can’t possibly believe, She cannot believe in me Every fault is named, and all are mine Though I would take them back, in time Of course, those fates are never true She can plainly see the signs In all the damage I do ======================= A pall over the bad and the good, Enflame in fires I watch myself set Only because I could ==================== If control was not so dearly bought, Many a man, it would have sought Before the damage irrevocably done, That’s what this empty embrace has taught Pain I bring, even if she’s the only one But she can’t possibly harm, More, than my well-intentioned arms ======================== I could talk about the perfect and clever rhyme scheme and cadence ... or the poetic phrasing ...the vocab the impact and grace of those last two summation lines.... but somehow they pale in the light of the evoke and depth of emotion in this write of soul. When you write like this...every word is felt. This is a special poem PK. Like I said...standing in line. It's such a clever innocence with which you show myself to me |
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