Dark Poetry #4 |
Brokenness |
Purity Senior Member
since 2001-11-20
Posts 526Once Upon, USA |
You brought me a harp molded of glimmering gold. I was in awe of its beauty, and of yours as well. "Play for me" you said. "Play a song of unrequited love; Put your all into it... Play me to love you." You touched my soul instilled with the belief I could play that harp. I began plucking away a song of all that I am. With every note resounding, a piece of me fell away. And yet, I tried. Nothing more important was there to me than rapturing your love through chords of want and hope. Those strings calloused my fingers, yet I played on. Yet those strings were attached to both the harp and the heart of me. The sounds were that of a familiar song that I succumb to every time. And I would've played that harp until my fingers bled away to nothing, and all that I am fell away to the same. But surely as a winter's snow covers and quiets the dirt of the earth, I had a solstice of my own. I paused from my requiem of love for you. And that harp began to play of its own accord. Oh that tune was so beautiful! More so than my feeble attempt ever was. Its harmonies of the life I've missed and failed to see before me... A life I've neglected to love and appreciate from the moment I placed blinders on mine eyes for you. The chorus reigned how I could and should have lost everything that is great about me and life. I almost did... I realize that now as remorsefully as my finally coming to know the title of the harp's song. Wings bruised from turning away in such confined space...Not broken...still healable...still feathered with life, somewhere |
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Hollow_Emptiness Senior Member
since 2004-02-01
Posts 715New Zealand |
Oh Purity that was beautiful. Honestly, it was touching and tranquil. You write so well and here is yet another creation, possibly the most beautiful yet. Hollow. Courtney. And the legacy runs from needles to guns |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
That was cool. The image of playing with your fingers in a bloody mess rings through my head. Thats beautiful. I get an image of an angel at a distance in front of a bright light like the sun, on a miniture plane next to an even more distant solid glass black pyramid with just a little garden area up front, but not too close in the picture. Very cool. -GIS Corruption is caused by holes in obedience to God. |
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EveGnosis Member
since 2002-02-21
Posts 300New York, USA |
purity, there is a flood of things i would like to say in regards to this poem, but i'll inflict self-control and only note a few. first, this is an amazingly beautiful and perfect poem. secondly, it made me cry at the thought of how pure your heart and willingness to love are. third, i was glad to see you notice how beautifully scarred you are (pun intended), and how worthy of a life most grand. and finally, i was crushed, and tear-filled again, at how this person became one of the one's that bled your fingers and plucked your heart strings. remorsefully... of all the things we try to find... it's only love we keep. |
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News_From_Nowhere Member
since 2002-06-14
Posts 173CU, NY |
I believe with all honesty That you have shared so much of Your true self with us, Purity, That we have truly come to know you, And know that your name says it all. God, this was a beautiful, well crafted poem. You are a master at metaphors and analogies That so make total heartfelt sense! Rider "So give life to your dreams, for there lies your survival, and cast your heart beyond those faded scenes, and I'll bring you through the storm" |
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s1nfully_1nn0c3nt Senior Member
since 2003-10-26
Posts 1105Watertown, NY |
Wonderful Read. "Trina" Happiness Runs From Me, For I Am It's Enemy, Anyone Who Has It, Is Someone I Envy... |
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The Jackal Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 426Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A |
very beautiful and (forgive the pun) pure New lovers are nervous and tender, but smash everything. For the heart is an organ of fire |
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