"Howl, howl, howl!"
The divine stars lead me to the forecast
Of the inevitably torrential storm
That whispers to my seat of passion
And welcomes redemption stories
Into my 'slice of life'
The stomach yearns for a renaissance
And I live in the pursed pit
He throws slithering stones in the dark
Of night
Genuflecting to my parting sorrows
This humble sacrifice
Torn from my pierced flesh and
Salivating in my certified blood
Allows this heart to breathe and breed -
None and nothing simultaneously
These gods tempt me with guilt
And with eternal reverence
The golden lion sits at my ponderous feet
And my bellowed beating burns
A hole between heaven and here.
Author notes
Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity.
A contest entry
- Tell Your Heart by CarolDesjarlais.
875 points, ended December 29, 2007, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Is it worthy?
Comments
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Wondrous!
Dear Anthony,
I am so glad I visited this one...
Life has been a struggle these past three months and I have prayed a lot on it. Tonight, for the first time in a long time I feel that the pattern is broken and therefore hopeful. Life is to be lived and it is why we are all here.
'The stomach yearns for a renaissance
And I live in the pursed pit
He throws slithering stones in the dark
Of night
Genuflecting to my parting sorrows'
Surrendering to life's destiny and realizing that we
are not in control of anything has been hard for me.
Pondering it all drains me. My heart longs for dreams
and 'my bellowed beating burns a hole between heaven and here' You, as always, write beautifully and make me ponder existance and destiny. Bravo! Jane
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and yes,.,,,you rise, nonetheless.... ty for entering.
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