Forever lost within her face,
A sacred-silent-holy place.
Spinning cogs and lighting fires,
Softly charting her desires...
New-born spirit, just begun,
Know that warmth for everyone.
Daddy's got a little girl,
Now step back, she'll unfurl.
Day and Night blur too fast,
Smiling, laughing, playing... farce.
The Open Mouth, let it sing!
But she can't, because of Him.
From secret seeds, a secret park -
Ever hidden, ever dark.
A Panic-hunger settles in,
Such young hands... an ancient sin.
Arms around a heavy stone,
Whispering to God alone,
Drowning in a secret place;
Colour flees a dying face.
Although I know it isn't true,
I will love, just for you.
My Happiness, how time flies!
Until the day that this love dies,
I'll be lost within your face,
A sacred-silent-holy place.
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Written August 29th, 2006
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wow - I'm glad people liked it. . . thanks
This is something I wrote a few years ago at a pretty strange time of my life. I returned to it and tried to add some kind of maturity etc
I too like ambiguity when others read. To me everything here is extremely specific, but it's nice that others have different readings. -
I love this poem, it flows so well. Great job and keep up the fantastic work!!
Leandra -
there is more to this poem than meets the eye.
i see birth, death and something even darker, which i can't quite put my finger on ' an ancient sin'...prostitution? incest? 'arms around a heavy stone' i see as a burden or a gravestone...
this is an interesting poem, which i like very much. the reader can put their own twist on it. -
very good
thank you for sharing this wonderfull poem with us it has great flow and the reader gets quickly engrossed in the words, a most enjoyable write , keep up the good work
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Great work. I reall y enjoyed it. It was full of excellent images and emotions...Great work
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Great!
WOnderful...written with ease! i love the flow of wrods, and rythme! -
Although I know it isn't true,
I will love, just for you.
My Happiness, how time flies!
Until the day that this love dies,
I'll be lost within your face,
A sacred-silent-holy place.
so powerful expressions here bringing the depth of a heart of the poet as well...
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c'est magnifique. I wouldn't use french unless I meant it. Its got a good rhythm, and I kind of like the imagery and the suggestion of self-knowledge in the last verse (that is "Although I know it isn't true, I will love just for you"... "Until the day that this love dies"). All in all, a well-rounded effort, good job, etc !
*EDIT : I do not fully understand the second-last verse. What am I meant to take away from that part of the poem? I guess that's a question for MSN, but I'll ask it here all the same ^^
Edited on Sep 03, 9:31 because ''.
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