- Non-Erotic Poetry
- A place to be...
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Three days in the desert heat,
made it more than clear to me,
the "Nectar of the Gods" could be,
tepid water; from a broken cup.
Three days in a Palatial Palace,
sipping Ambrosia from a Chalise,
I feared as I became more callous,
that Ambrosia no longer filled me up.
Sated?...Probably.
Jaded?...Probably.
Happy?...Probably not.
I have heard them speaking of a place,
that invites those that live by grace.
The way this spot was described to me,
it's a place of blissful tranquility.
It seems this place is not for me,
for I quickly bore of complacency.
and yet I'm forced to "be".
I have heard them speak of one more place,
a sulfurous home to decay and waste.
The way this spot was described to me,
it's a place of constant misery.
It seems this place is not for me,
for I quickly ail from calamity.
and yet I'm forced to "be".
Sated...lessens my need to be.
Jaded...tears my soul from me.
Happy... seems a fantasy.
and yet I'm still, forced to "be".
It seems to me, the place to be, is nestled somewhere in between.
It seems to be, the place I seek, was always right in front of me, unseen.
- COMMENTS
duddle146over 17 years agoSometimes in the heat of the moment you can overlook something that has great value. This poet has such a delicate way with words that it makes clear ~ their essense.
