- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Triptych
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my soul--
cadavered tree,
dreamt lightning,
craved the ancient surge,
liquid,
channeled
from living roots.
you--
struck,
turned wood to vapor,
left
the remnant of devotion;
black stump,
drying in sunlight;
splitting to welcome
seeds of fresh life.
----
the bowl
you offered unbid,
hesistantly cradled at first;
the water you poured
to my mouth,
arid of desperation;
love's rigor
summoned from within,
forming
the clay of me
into a slender vase
to hold the stem of
your flower.
gifts,
become necessary
as lake ripples
in winds of spring.
----
i shatter;
walls pulverized like
windows broken
by the fireman's axe;
giving air
to my starving lungs;
smoke-dark room
in flaming house,
no longer
my crematorium.
- COMMENTS
bluebellalmost 16 years agoWhat a wonderfully compact poem. At first read I wasn't sure what to make of it, but I read it again. And then again aloud. It's a glorious little powerhouse, Pure. Full of tempered feeling and beautiful phrasing. Very aptly named (and an enjoyable word it is, as well). Thank you for sharing.
