I've lived inside this aching mind,
For what seems like a century.
I've touched the fire of a living hell,
And I've fallen at your feet.
Searching for forgiveness,
Pleading to your jagged heart.
The one I broke in forty pieces,
And left sprawled across the floor.
Your famous smile was naked,
Your skin waxed and Lilly white.
Fragments fell like broken words,
from your rose red coloured lips.
your eyes were black as ebony,
In your dress of blue turquoise.
No gift of tea and oranges,
No forgiveness in your voice.
My words return like shattered glass,
Blown through a January storm.
You will not lean or bend the rules,
So I will not beg no more.
Posing in your sacred tower,
Staring down on my twisted heart.
I scuttle back inside with the wood worm,
And disappear into the decor.
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Leonard Cohen
Written April 7th, 2006
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A contest entry
- anything your heart desires, prewrites, new, everything! by wendymolly.
555 points, ended July 27, 2008, 41 entries
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You have captured some very good metaphors within the lines of this poem, and that's something I always appreciate in poetry...
Thank you for entering the contest!
Leander -
congrats2U! ~
pithyA
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ALL 3 STANZAS!!! Perfection!!!! you are a contest finalist! good luck in the contest and have a great week!!!!!! take care always!!! ~pithyAplomB.
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this one of my favorites of yoiur entries...I love the flow...much love, Raneika -
"My words return like shattered glass,
Blown through a January storm.
You will not lean or bend the rules,
So I will not beg no more."
This verse is pure Cohen magic! Thanks for entering! -
Awww Rich---some weird and wonderful lyrics have come from the mind of Mr Cohen-----he's a very strange writer and I found this poem really hard to write but at least I had a go.
shaz xx
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As a fellow Canadian (Leonard is too) I should be ashamed of myself for not experiencing more of his work. I probably couldn't even name a song of his...but I heard a quote from him one time; "Everything has cracks in it, that's how the light gets through."
I'm pretty shocked that nobody has responded to this contest yet...
rich
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