the walls of the church smelt
like buttermilk, the yellow paint
spread smoothly against
the bread of us. you mixed me
between the organ keys
and crucifixes. you cooked my thighs
into creamy “hallelujahs.”
we spoke of steadfastness,
solid wavering flames:
“kiss me beneath the lips of god”
you asked me questions of creed:
“do you believe in me?”
i became faithful to something
under the arching back of bells.
and even now i can feel the hymn,
in praise of me, it resounds
to the last pew of my heart.
Author notes
critques.
peace to all ~flight
In a list
A contest entry
- dialogue by zillion.
600 points, ended June 29, 2008, 15 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
honesty
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this is absolutely amazing!
i have a folder of brilliant poems that i print out and read when i feel like the world isn't beautiful. may i put this in? your name would be on it.
-endymion
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i wouldn't mind! (as long as i have credit!)
i'm glad you enjoyed
peace to all ~flight
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for some reason I always have a tendancy to like poems that have religious symbolism, but aren't about religion. Therefore, I like this. I love the taste of the first stanza.
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thank you, i'm really glad you liked it!
peace to all ~flight
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wow. amazing imagery & metaphor.
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I love it It's so nicely put together, makes a lot of sense. I like the unique imagery and it's very insightful and subtly ironic.
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thank you! i appriciate it!
peace to all ~flight
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