Thirsting for the ink of your very own soul,
this pen quivers in my hand, drying itself,
eloquence, uninhabited, lies within,
waiting the moment love is beckoned, retrieved.
Naught but desire causes my spirit’s breath.
Inhalation desperately knocks on your door.
There seems to be a broken bell, no one home
(do you ignore the plea of my very heart?)
When I was yet a caterpillar in sleep,
I begged upon God’s mercy to be taken.
Death seemed less painful than metamorphosing
and transfiguration did not seem so grand.
I peer into mirrors of yesterdays gone
and understanding is present, welcomed here.
How could you have loved a slimy little worm?
How could you see what was as beauty to come?
Now! Now there’s grace and significance.
There is compassion and emotion to hold.
There is all you asked of me when I was young.
Yet, you simply have turned away from my heart.
I want to cry for what you now do not see.
I want to cry for what I strove to achieve.
I want to cry for what you are tossing out.
I want to…
But, I simply can not do it.
For what you wanted, I have become through time
and I realize that it was my dream that made me.
It wasn’t you or visions of what should be.
It was what lay within the flesh of my soul.
(I was complete and didn’t even know it.)
this pen quivers in my hand, drying itself,
eloquence, uninhabited, lies within,
waiting the moment love is beckoned, retrieved.
Naught but desire causes my spirit’s breath.
Inhalation desperately knocks on your door.
There seems to be a broken bell, no one home
(do you ignore the plea of my very heart?)
When I was yet a caterpillar in sleep,
I begged upon God’s mercy to be taken.
Death seemed less painful than metamorphosing
and transfiguration did not seem so grand.
I peer into mirrors of yesterdays gone
and understanding is present, welcomed here.
How could you have loved a slimy little worm?
How could you see what was as beauty to come?
Now! Now there’s grace and significance.
There is compassion and emotion to hold.
There is all you asked of me when I was young.
Yet, you simply have turned away from my heart.
I want to cry for what you now do not see.
I want to cry for what I strove to achieve.
I want to cry for what you are tossing out.
I want to…
But, I simply can not do it.
For what you wanted, I have become through time
and I realize that it was my dream that made me.
It wasn’t you or visions of what should be.
It was what lay within the flesh of my soul.
(I was complete and didn’t even know it.)
Author notes
it would take too long to explain where this came from.
photo credit to:
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thank you for reading me. viyanna rosemarie 
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Holy crap. This is EXACTLY how i feel in my life right now. Wow. Such a beautiful stunning piece! Thanks for taking the time to enter my contest, and I apologize for me delay in judging! Best of luck!
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Loved reading this one, read it twice - a good thing for me!!
Wonderful language and emotions.
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I think this is dark, original and penned with great emotion. I read most poetry aloud except when the poem causes me to concentrate on the theme and not miss the point. I read this poem silently. You used the tool of epanaphora in S6 very well adding strength to the emotion. Well done!
Love,
Amera♥

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great poem i loved it how did you come up with such a great poem you did a wonderful job i hope to read more of your poems soon
serenity silvermoon

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Originality: (8/10)
Emotion: (8/10)
Poetic devices: (16/20)
Structure/flow: (8/10)
Cohension: (7/10)
Title relating to poem: (9/10)
Personal opinion: (7/10)
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Total:79/100
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very nice
vi nice to see you writng again i havent written in a while well take care mary

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This is so well done. I never get bored when I read your work. Excellent job. Good luck in the contest that you are in. Kahy
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Oooh...V...To read you here as the caterpillar becoming the butterfly, makes me want to cry...as I identify so much with this poem...What can I say, some of your lines are beyond awesome! "For what you wanted I have become through time, and I realize that the dream was that made me" Oh. V....I am enthralled with it...Marvellously Inspiring!


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Such raw talent and incredibly real emotion!!! The picture fits the piece perfectly and I wish you the best of luck in this contest!!


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wow. beautiful i loved it


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