“Home is on the swelling horizon,” slowing,
“you and i will Die so many times" -
her whole genial sighing,
her head unaligned and smiling -
"to This. And the frames of our slugged experiences
will gradually pall."
Twist into thread she withdrew from her mouth a long and timeless golden braid.
i'll collect and claim now those things without me, and
i shall have my love
on to the very end, on to the unutterable Point -
Moment beyond moments -
of everything from which life springs.
i shall savor all the parts of her,
enshrined and with an all new loveliness.
Be the sky’s in a vessel,
captured and possessed insofar as it can;
and reinstated, do I proceed?
Do I pluck the Iris from its peak?
Dare I take the moment from its death
to its final End, its ending Breath
and Life therein.
Author notes
Iris: Greek goddess guider to the underworld.
The "I" of the last stanza is capitalized because it is plural.
A contest entry
- The Next Big Thing by Nicole Hanna.
18000 points, ended December 20, 2007, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I love the mystery in this poem. The language is surreal, mythical. Convoluted images: Be the sky's in a vessel, captured and possessed insofar as it can. Wow! It is the moment before Eternity.
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This is... flowery. I was hell bent to hate this just out of spite, but I can't do it. I really just liked it too much. lol. Damn you. I hate enjoying flowery poetry... makes me feel girly and weak.
But, the final stanza is just dark enough for me to appreciate, so the whole poem works, in my opinion.
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Flowery? That flowery?
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Flowery in a good way
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