Some more poetry
January 30th 2007 03:33
Poetry in Motion
Im really not doing well working out colours and margins and images...Lucky I dont give a damn, its the message that counts!
Right?
TRUE PLACE OF BIRTH
The stars are holes torn,in the womb of our mother
they spin a vortex born,
to eat his very brother
This goes on, into and out of time
returning in time and space
out here there is not but a chime,
only a sense of the race
for it must return,we all know this
return to a place that cannot be found
I suppose, we can only hope it will miss
perhaps finally making some sound
making the universe twist and turn
curve in ways it could never imagine
it is only here a sinner can burn
only here a saint can win
far from the insignificant Earth
where light and dark make life and love
this is the true place of our birth
far from where the stars turn above
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Comment by David
From the opening stanza to the last? ...
Love it! ...
The imagery? ... Still lost in the opening two stanzas here ... (Eviction from a preternatural paradise. Cain/Abel. Two warring brothers, and bloodstained hands ...
Who needs to re-read Genesis when there's poetry like this around? ... Not me ...
David ...
Comment by Lilla
Enviro Warrior
An Extra Ordinary Life
Dream Herald
I have to second the previous comment, I loved this from the beginning to the end. I can remember thinking that the stars were the holes in the floor of heaven when I was a young girl, this poem reminded me of that...
Wonderfully woven, indeed you have a poets heart.
A great read,
thanks for not caring what you write...*lol*
Lilla