The unimaginable task
of label placement:
Am I sinner?
A misplaced psyche
lost in the mist
of unearthly desires.
Am I saint?
An inspiration of virtue,
a notion of holy protection
ensconced in relics and hymns.
I am a convincing meld of both,
having walked miles in a searing wind
to remove the wickedness from my soul.
I am forgiven of my weak trespasses.
I will pardon the few
I have allowed to be close
and continue my pained saunter
to the end of days,
expecting no favor
at the pristine gates of Heaven
while denying the evil grasp of those
that would serve to contain
the words as they drip from my pen tip
in confession.
Author notes
"Every sinner has a future just like every saint has had a past, no one is so good or bad as they imagine"
For reasons I can't really explain, I really like that quote.
In a list
A contest entry
- Sinner or Saint by Ken-Maverick.
650 points, ended September 22, 2008, 23 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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ooh, very deep write you have penned here
I really like the last stanza and then to end it with
"in confession"
Nice one
Thanks for entering this contest
Ken -
For reasons I can't really explain,
I love your write! Best wishes in the contest!
Write on!!!
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I as well like that quote. I've never quite been able to label myself as anything. I'm a mix of everything and a little less of whats left. I love how you took the idea of progressing through life and translated it to a physical action. I find it odd that you and I both refer to our progression through life as a walk down a road, I wonder if yours is paved or not. Mine is always gravel in my mind.
My favorite line is "the words as they drip from my pen tip in confession" Our truest forms are evident in our writing.
Great write baby.
X.X.X.
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