Open Poetry #39 |
Cautionary Tales |
abraxist New Member
since 2006-07-17
Posts 1 |
She hears the angel tongue in split craven in the cramp as it cleft her bone to opening as the rock rolled from the cave... Absence of the light and blinds of dust upon her serpentine glittering the loss of this: Lord, my lord betrayed by kiss and cloth that held his image it was Romans laughing as she kissed the face upon the negative shrouding nothing there... "Oh yah weh heh Yeshuah..." she wept her salts and belted tongue she rocked and wept insanities and begged them all "return him, please" cursing G-d's relentlessness that he would take all that was left of this man that she had loved like no other that she had: "Oh yah weh heh Yeshuah..." She wrapped his shroud around her as she stood to face the light. She draped it ceremonial she wore it as if she were bride and stepped out from the shadows as she stumbled into purified cautionary tales. "Woman, tell me why ye weep?" Her voice was anguish answering and silenced by collapse as she fell into the sand as He moved but stopped instinctively, and whispered "Woman, you know me-- gather ye your voice and speak-- I need to hear you now." Blinded by her tears she choked and spoke the words apostles wrote: "Someone came and took my Lord, denying me my right to grief; I pray you sir, you might help me-- who could have been so bold?" She was crumpled at his feet and fell toward him in her need wishing for the solace he'd provide for her, in kindness need. "Do not touch me." He was scared. Afraid for her, and her aware was instant in the sound of him. "Don't touch me--I did not ascend unto Our Father yet." And in that instant that she knew her love, her man, her God was new risen in a body blessed by a fancy of the flesh and cautionary tales. She told them all this, truthfully. But men would have boast gleefully, and added to the tales to boast and called his body bread, and "host" as if a rite could sanctify necessity of all those lies: Of how he told them "touch me here-- and put your fingers where the spear left me sanctified." And cautionary tales? Are lies. Even as they testify martyred by the verses I created to appease myself. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
A quiet, simple, Welcome to Passions! Please, check your email for a Very Special Greeting. I'm looking forward to reading more of your poetry. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
welcome to PIP and what an entrance...very articulate write |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Welcome to Passions! What an outstanding entrance you have made!! I most certainly look forward to reading more of your work. ~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~ Now - while the leaves still dance on the wind |
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sandgrain Member Elite
since 1999-09-21
Posts 3662Sycamore, IL, USA |
Welcome! Your post is well written and I, too, look forward to seeing more from you. Rae |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Abraxist, welcome to PIP. This first one was amazing. Especially liked: "And cautionary tales? Are lies. Even as they testify martyred by the verses I created to appease myself." |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
abraxist, On my part to say anything would seem inadequate, except, welcome. Doc |
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