Inflicted, shall I embrace this
thorn? Bend beneath
the will?
Infected, shall I resist
this imperfection? Fight
incitement? This
tyrannous whirl?
Ardent bands of brilliance
light my
escape, and breathing humble
but emboldened
by embers, I find
I
can
follow your
song.
Do you hear me?
It's only you, and I resist
and I
succumb.
Your hands know of this,
recognize pain.
I see
but won't believe. I believe
but won't see.
Shall I persist in weakness,
take flight in
blindness or wait for sight?
Once much afraid,
I am in
need
of a brand new name.
That i might set forth also,
set like flint
my face.
Learn of love.
Write at the Merge
My favorite line is "Your hands know of this/recognize pain." There's such a sense of aching and melancholy in them that is emphasized throughout the poem.
ReplyDeleteI've been getting a lot of comments about the pain in my pieces. I guess I'm writing a lot of therapeutic type stuff, lately. :)
DeleteA beautiful piece, I can really feel and see the conflict.
ReplyDeleteThanks, David.
DeleteA beautiful piece, I can really feel and see the conflict.
ReplyDelete"Ardent bands of brilliance..."
ReplyDeleteNow that is brilliant! This was stunning!
Thank you, Valerie.
DeleteIt's only you,
ReplyDeleteand I resist
and I
succumb.
Beautiful.
Katie atBankerchick Scratchings
Banker Chick, Thanks.
DeleteI always read poetry a loud and your poetry is fun to read. It reminds of e.e. cummings -- floating and dancing on the page.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite line was this one:
"It's only you, and I resist
and I
succumb."
Oh, I liked that line very much:~)
Wow, quite a compliment. Thank you.
DeleteYour writing took my on a ride of sorts...through words of conflict. Once I began, I had to keep going. Well done!
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