»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #22
»
Martyr
| Open Poetry #22 |
|
Martyr |
|
|
Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA 
|
Martyr When he smiles, it's of the sunrise and, he needs no piper's music to make children follow. I was drawn, like all the others by magnetism I cannot describe. He understood, broke down the barriers and encouraged the impossible, most of all, he was friend. I cannot say how to hold him, for, even now, palms are plain, though I've strived to find that happiness, that boundless, beautiful dream, the kind that gulps the air with eyes closed and believes in the unseen. I used to roll the moon's eye in my hand with larger than life wings, outstretched; I used to taste the sweet purity, the restless play and guise of youth, knitting his voice into my skin, wool soft with fantasy, finger-stitched in quilted warmth upon my heart with satin sounds of wedding gown and princely kiss. You can nod your head in appreciation in that long forgotten sigh of sympathy and reclaimed innocence, but, you cannot possibly delve into my dimensions, into my common, though solitary childhood croquis. You might say that 'he' is everything and nothing all at once to a child, beguiled and wild; that 'he' only exists when illusion and imagination intertwine, but, then comes the passing of time, of little girl lost, of 'he' - the hope. The moon weaves his wrinkled scar laughter in abandonment across my broken brow, I walk against the wind, the rebel, throwing caution with a frozen tear. I am inept, survivor, seeker, martyr, caging passion in delusion, fighting my own plight in crippled cocoon that could still fly a miracle, a bargain of fate. Where is that fervor? Where is the love that I have longed to find? The Friendly Giant, Hercules, Mr. Dressup - they're all gone, so is Superman, and, I'll never know the knowing of where I'm going because fairytales are too promising, reality unkind, and, I still haven't learned how to say goodbye, to let 'him' go, though the funeral is tomorrow. By Melissa P. Monette [This message has been edited by Mistletoe Angel (08-21-2002 10:51 PM).] |
||
| © Copyright 2002 Melissa P. Long-Monette - All Rights Reserved | |||
Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
"I am inept, survivor, seeker, martyr, caging passion in delusion, fighting my own plight in crippled cocoon that could still fly a miracle, a bargain of fate."  (big hugggsssssss) Oh Melissa, I can feel such despair in your words, I am speechless as you continue to grow ever so much in your poetry and feeling the yearning to escape from this delusion! (sigh) My heart goes out to you, and know that while fairytales are too promising, if you continue to be that martyr to hope you will find promises that won't lie to you! (sigh) This is excellent and heartfelt, sweet friend, God Bless You, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Melissa, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." Shakira [This message has been edited by Mistletoe Angel (08-20-2002 01:26 AM).] |
||
|
Balladeer
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
No idea in the world how this poem made it faster than a speeding bullet to page two. I think it's a very good piece of writing, patootie. Don't keep looking for that perfect man of your childhood fantasies, kid. Mr. Universe od'd on steroids and Superman got arthritis from jumping tall buildings. You can find Mr. Perfect....but his first name will always be Not. Accept that and your life will be much happier  LOVE the last verse....!  |
||
|
Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
Gotta agree with Balladeer on this one. Very impressive write. Last verse certainly the clincher. Oh and Superman...I got his cape! lmao |
||
|
serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
MS. MONETTE---YOU, LADY, are taking the brave dive across that divide--it's in the honesty of your emote here--and the tenderness and forthwith humility of nudity of soul. smiling...welcome to the ocean lovie! (forgive my belated welcome, you have been here for some time) I love the way you answer your own questions-three lines later-almost unaware... nice, NICE work. Hugs, you.  |
||
|
Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
Woo hoo, I have 4 replies!!! believe me I'm appreciative that this poem was rescued from page 2 by M'deer By the way, thanks Noah for being the first to reply, you're very sweet and supportive of my poetry as always! Remember, Michael, I owe you big time - especially since you like my poem?! I feel that I am progressing in my poetic style and expression (although right now, I am sticking to the same theme) and I'm honoured that you read my poems. Duncan and Karen - Thanks so much, your replies give me the confidence to continue writing. "Poetry is not an opinion expressed... it is a song that rises from a bleeding wound...or a smiling mouth" ~Kahlil Gibran~ [This message has been edited by Honeybee (08-21-2002 09:18 PM).] |
||
|
Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I used to roll the moon's eye in my hand with larger than life wings, outstretched; I used to taste the sweet purity, the restless play and guise of youth, knitting his voice into my skin, wool soft with fantasy, finger-stitched in quilted warmth upon my heart with satin sounds of wedding gown and princely kiss. You can nod your head in appreciation in that long forgotten sigh of sympathy and reclaimed innocence, but, you cannot possibly delve into my dimensions, into my common, though solitary childhood croquis. ==================================== I am inept, survivor, seeker, martyr, caging passion in delusion, fighting my own plight in crippled cocoon that could still fly a miracle =================================== Im sitting here shaking my head at you... youve taken your poetry to a higher level with this... Im pretty much blown away by your expressions in this very personal piece... the raw honesty of it...and the mature attitude and explorations of it all... Impressive write Melis... in crippled cocoon that could still fly a miracle that line kicks poetic butt baby!!! In the space between now and then |
||
|
Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
Oh Melissa...this is such a deep and beautiful write... and I too, must agree with Michael... That last verse just ties the whole thing together with an unbelievable OOMPH!!!!! You go girl!!!!!  ~ hugs from your rodent friendLyra |
||
|
Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
Janet ~ You blow me away with your always thorough, in-depth and honest replies...man, I love it when you read my poetry Big thank you's!Lyra ~ It's always nice to see your comments, thanks for reading! ___________ And I just noticed something odd - beneath my poem, it says that it was edited by Mistletoe Angel??? How is that possible? Noah, it this a computer error that cannot be explained? OR as a temporary moderator did you actually edit something? If so, why??? I looked the poem over, and from what I can see, nothing has been removed...so, I'm sure that this is just an error, but, I never gave anyone permission to edit my poem. So explain please? Don't worry, I'm not mad, just confused???! "Poetry is not an opinion expressed... |
||
|
Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(smiles) Oh, I'm sorry if I confused you, I always love reading what others have to say on poems and sometimes when I press my Refresh button it doesn't work so I press the Edit button but I don't chaange anything at all and just press Edit and the new one show up! (hugs)  As always your wonderful poems are a delight to read! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
||
|
Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
Okies Thanks Noah!~"Poetry is not an opinion expressed... |
||
Auguste
since 2000-02-16
Posts 3953By the sea |
Melissa, I know poets in their 60's that never attained the depths of your writing. You, my dear friend, are amazing. *hugs* Oh, and by the way, Superman does exist. You've never seen me make a phone call, huh? LOL |
||
|
Moonlight Romeo
since 2001-09-10
Posts 982The heart of you |
This poem reaches into the depths of the heart and the soul, and finds what the spirit needs. Thank you. What light through yon window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. |
||
|
Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Melissa, As good a write as I've read in a while. Like your form, like your style. And If I kept a library this would be filed. |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
