Last night, after the otherness of you,
a dream I wake and weep to:
earth-coloured cave of ribs,
safe for sleep.
With tears, recollections too
of paradises lost;
abandoned hopes
of fruitful gardens,
gentle cavemen,
home.
Each time, I lost my way,
retelling parents’ stories
in glimpses of Eden’s love
eaten by pride.
Yet time’s sorrows teach;
self-willed secrecy outgrown at last
by seeds of self-knowledge.
Now in this otherness of you,
shared apples, perhaps, from a new tree;
wisdom beyond serpents,
a dove’s innocence
grasping this olive branch
rescued from tears’ floods.
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A contest entry
- The battle between man and women by trekkergirl.
700 points, ended November 22, 2008, 13 entries
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you had more poems last time i was here i am sure, what have you done with them?
a good poem here.
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I am impressed by the Eden references, esp. in the last stanza, "wisdom beyond serpents", and then the reference to the Great Flood, the dove returning with an olive branch -- so very subtle and wonderfully woven into the whole. So many memorable lines: " ... self-willed secrecy outgrown at last/ by seeds of self-knowledge" This is beautifully written, with amazing content. Worth a second and third read!
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"Each time, I lost my way,
retelling parents’ stories
in glimpses of Eden’s love
eaten by pride."
This is my favorite part.
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Great job.
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You made me cry.
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This is interesting. I like your imagery. I like the part about grasping the olive branch. This one flows very well. Thanks for sharing this with us and thanks for entering it into my contest. Good luck
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