holding close to beauty

Frank Prem

if I dream you
just right
you will have magnificent wings
with which to fly

 

but how
can I let myself
release you

 

scissors
or shears

 

I must stretch
your so-beautiful
white wings

 

it is your remiges
I must cut
those snow feathers
that I dreamed

 

to keep you close
my darling one

 

~

 

.

.

.

.

 

you are not
in any way
useful

 

you are not
beautiful
any more

 

poor crippled thing
there is no place now
for you
in my imaginings

 

once
I thought you
the height
of all my grace

 

elegance and poise

 

I said you
I spoke your name
in my mind
underneath my breath

 

you fired my soul
you were my light

 

but now you are
just
here

 

you do not soar
you do not fly

 

I look
but cannot see you
as once you were

 

I know I know
I know
it was me
who cut your wings

 

I know
that it was me
who tied you to the ground

 

but
what of that

 

I did what I must do
and now
I will
again

 

what choice
have I

 

it is my nature

 

~

  • Author: Frank Prem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 26th, 2017 01:17
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments6

  • orchidee

    Another fine write Frank.

  • Michael Edwards

    A good work and now I've got another word to fit into casual conversation: remiges.

    • Frank Prem

      Careful how you use that word, Michael. I went to some trouble to find it.

    • FredPeyer

      Frank, you keep on surprising me with your incredible writing. This poem leaves a lot to the imagination. And I did have to look up the meaning of the word 'remiges'. I won't reveal it here though.

      • Frank Prem

        I think this piece surprised me too, Fred. It's a bit of a lottery. Glad you liked it though.

      • Louis Gibbs

        The domineering, insecure, brute of a man who destroys his own image of beauty in another by constantly beating them down. A scene often played in relationships, unfortunately.
        Well portrayed in this, another fine poem, Frank!

        • Frank Prem

          Cheers Louis. Thank you.

        • Fay Slimm.

          Love cannot be love if it changes to total indifference after a while - the verse outlines an abuser so clearly in this dark piece of poetry Frank

          • Frank Prem

            Hi Fay. Yes abuse for sure. It wasn't planned that way, but the piece has described the process fairly graphically, I think..

          • Heather T

            Frank...I felt this in the pit of my stomach. This is well crafted darkness, both elegant and visceral. Fine work.

            • Frank Prem

              Hi Heather. Thank you. I think in the end this piece is darker than I had realized. I'm glad it works ok, but hope it isn't too unpleasant in what it's dealing with.



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