This Love (repost from a while ago)

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Master
Senior Member

since 1999-08-18

Posts 1867
Boston, MA

0 posted 2002-07-19 12:32 PM

I

Quiet down my heart,
                   I’m confounded.
Over the mountains,
                  your trumpets
resound
          too ardently.
The echo
          of your verse
                        submerses me.
I beg of you,
               “Mercy!”
My eardrums are bursting
                         nervously.
enough!
         enough!
                  enough of this!
Enough of this love!

II

This love is outrageous,
                      I rage.
Without patience,
                    I rip open (my cage)
my ribcage,
             and whistling,
tear my heart to pieces.
                       It’s ripe,--
on each piece,
                  her initials are inscribed.
And senseless,
            my eyes wander
endlessly
         from N to T.
Submerged in thought,
                    destiny
pensively,
              traces the road
from New York to Toronto
                             with a pencil.

III

Answer me,
       “Is it in you?”
                If your answer is “no,”
whisper
            tenderly,
rip through my sinew
                       softly
and go.
        If your answer is “yes,”
caress me
          but once
with its stress
and leave me breathless...
...yes!
           ...do
                   ...leave me deathless.
Answer me,
               “Is this love in you?”

IV

I grow tense,
            “Say it.”
Silence
          ascends
               skyward
                    with a prayer.
Bottomless
              puddles
                   (those are your eyes)
reflect boundless
                  skies.
This love is beguiling,
                     smiling,
it hides
           behind
               the corner
of life’s corridor
              and behind that corner,
                            there’s a coroner.

V

I feel like a foreigner,
                I don’t belong here.
What is this that I crawl on, --
                        all this fluff,
a cloud?
          “That is my shroud.”
Almighty,
            in this love,
                    I was buried alive.
There’s been a mistake,
                        I was taken
to paradise,
            because she paralyzed
                       me with her eyes.
It’s too crowded here
                       and oddly,
I miss
            my body.
“All right then...
                       awake!”

VI

I fall through the air
                       carelessly,
and awake
            somewhere
on a bus
            near Albany,
                  someone is calling me...
shaking me
               impatiently.
“Sir,
           I must
                  check your ticket.”
Enough!
         just take it.
“Reason for your vacation?”
                              love...
“Destination?”
                  near her...

VII

Listen,
           mirror,
                 can you hear me?
Hear my heartbeat?
                     I need her...
I need her
           near me.
Reflect me
                with affection
                              tenderly,
perfect
            my identity,
whisper in my ear
                   and beguile me!
Smile
            from above me
                         mildly.
Tell me
         that she'll love me,
                              lie to me!

VIII

The heart is drained
                   and the ink
                             hasn’t dried yet.
Pull the shades lower.
                    It’s private,
don’t look over
              my shoulder.
Too late to hide it,
                it’s spilling,
                         it’s brimming over
the sink.
      In wild convulsions,
                         it surges.
It floods the pages,
            the streets, the churches,
the squares,
           the courtyards
                       and Eden’s orchards.
I can’t contain it,
              this love is gorgeous!

IX

Alighting
         my soul
              from above
                  with a thousand torches,
this love
             scorches me!
It burns inside me
                   and tortures me!
The world
        is too small
               to hide me.
Now that you’ve nurtured me,
                        open your eyes!
On the crossroads,
                  I’m hanging exposed,
arms – crosswise
                across the skies.
Only notice me
                          and I’ll arise.

Check out my poetry here:

http://www.unknownpoets.com/db/authors/master

[This message has been edited by Master (07-19-2002 12:38 AM).]

Kevin

Senior Member

since 1999-11-02

Posts 729
Torrington, Ct, Usa

1 posted 2002-07-19 02:20 AM

This whole thing is awesome

but this

it hides
           behind
               the corner
of life’s corridor
              and behind that corner,
                            there’s a coroner.

its the best

thats great lol

quietlydying

Senior Member

since 2001-06-10

Posts 935
the wonderful land of oz

2 posted 2002-07-19 02:29 PM

this is interesting.

i do like the style. and i find it oddly alluring how you combined freeverse with rhyme.

almost turns me on [in a poetic sense of course, har har har].

this is |almost| worth a dash of arrogance [mixed with one part humility], and so i applaud it.

reminds me eerily of past scribbles of mine. it's like water in the forum.

/jen/

so foul and fair a day i have not seen. - macbeth act 1, scene 3

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