111) Allegra*
Even the hollow reed voices across sand, dry plains,
Startling lilt, notes we can remember.
We can forget. Forgetting is our salvation,
Not reincarnation.
When memory is destroyed, we are spared
Thorns, destiny.
No further life.
Peace be with you.
With you, Father.
To each the choice, known, unknown, of what the
Heart can render. Rending forever, keeping us
Worn, sworn to earth, dust.
Do not erect stones for me, they would keep me
Company. I did not have companionship in
Life, why plague the stones at sunset?
Cover me with thorns, as in life, one reed,
One drum. I clutch music of death,
No salvation, yet reincarnation.
You are in peace. Let me.
Remember me.
Remember.
Who would leave their bed of winter's night
To light dark's ice with wax candle?
Not you, priest...
Bound by law to the body, not soul's grief
Or expansion.
Bound to limit the soul in one direction.
Denial of reed and drum leads voices,
In canto, to ceilings.
Captured. Tonal.
Never twice on key.
To each a choice...thorn, dulled thorn.
Thorn nonetheless.
Vine. Rose.
What redemption after salvation?
Can salvation be redeemed?
Must it, should it, by who's hand...
Long the vine, short the rose.
Together...vining rose of headstones
Rendering hollowness in winter's
Dark ice.
For you who remember...
A candle.
2007-12-07 05:49:22 · 19 answers · asked by Elysabeth 7 in Arts & Humanities ➔ Poetry
wow, did you make up this poem, I found it to be very comforting, I for one am not afraid of death, when its my time I will go, that will of course be up to god. I thought the poem had depth, but in another way comforting!!! really, for some reason, it made me feel good about alot of thing we take for granted, If you indeed wrote this, you should have it published, show it to a teacher in eng. lit. thanks!!!!
2007-12-07 06:57:08 · answer #1 · answered by poopsie 5 · 1⤊ 0⤋
I'm sorry, but your attempt at metaphorical metaphysics fails on a couple of counts: 1. "raging fires" are many different things, like those in the hearts of Muslim extremists--as well as those in the hearts of all the Mother Theresas 2. therefore, we cannot let them all burn 3. but who are we to say we have the right to put out or allow any fire that does not concern us? You put out the ones that endanger you, I will do the same, and the rest should be left to burn because they don't belong to us.
2016-05-22 00:51:34 · answer #2 · answered by ? 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
There is so much depth, so much to contemplate in this poem. I feel like I get more and more out of it each time I read it. But from the very first reading the words were so intelligent and hauntingly beautiful that I fell in love with the poem.
2007-12-07 06:43:16 · answer #3 · answered by Anonymous · 2⤊ 0⤋
I live next a cemetery and I am often reminded how fleeting life is.How many dreams died when those people left this earth and stepped through the veil?Your poem is most apropos for this cold ,snowy morning!
2007-12-07 08:50:49 · answer #4 · answered by orangepjs44 2 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Touching
2007-12-08 15:00:55 · answer #5 · answered by Delightful 6 · 1⤊ 0⤋
I really liked this poem, it made me think of the story ofJesus dieing on the cross!
2007-12-10 02:10:36 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
I love this poem... it reaches deep in to my soul I will defently would publish ur poem with my book
2007-12-08 18:16:16 · answer #7 · answered by Gothic Queen 2 · 1⤊ 0⤋
The warmth of our memories - not the physical - the spiritual. Not for the person, but for ourselves.
2007-12-07 09:33:31 · answer #8 · answered by lynnemarton13 2 · 1⤊ 0⤋
You are very Good, I find your poetry very soothing and comforting, after this hectic day. Thank You!♥♥
2007-12-07 12:06:34 · answer #9 · answered by ? 6 · 1⤊ 0⤋
This is very well put together....about death...and not just death but how we can find peace with it....alot of people look at death with fear.......well done and I applaud you.
2007-12-07 06:08:17 · answer #10 · answered by Go Away 4 · 2⤊ 0⤋