i. as moons passed, we choose to love—
but first, we must reconcile beauty & death.
ii. yet, we choose to part our dry lips, but our smile grew pitiful to see. we buried our heads in sleeves, to wake upon many unanswered prayers.
iii. but we followed slowly where so ever the road leads; denuded & shy & haggard, like jesus piece & as if we know no sin.
iv. & yet, when these chasm grows & sees god in a worn out stool, we may no longer walk again but fly.
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Author:
Shedrach (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 31st, 2020 19:46
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
I have not reconciled beauty and death, but I do think that beauty cannot exist without death. I have not figured out everything you are saying here, but I enjoy the vivid descriptions and unexpected ways you piece them together. While very personal, it is clear your poem is universal. Every stanza includes "we" which is the most unifying word we have besides "love."
Well appreciated ma'am, what a warm comment you have here.
Yes, I used 'we' to avoid subjectivity and bring in a sense of a universal connectivity existing between the human race.
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