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Poem XI
Ceaseless ardent searching, I can have no rest
I am all but consumed by the fire in my chest
What threatens to sever my every heart string
Is the unknowing of what to which I cling
For all hard fought truths afforded to this life
Are detritus in the wake of my terrible strife
Words were conceived so mankind could lie
But to those possessed they can only try
Emptiness begets emptiness in this barren land
We are all subject to the deed of our hand
The subject that evokes the wildest scream
None who has ever walked this earth can redeem
My skin pales as I dig away from the sun
Shredding root, killing seed of the one
All the while I wander, dirt rains upon my grave
My light will touch fodder dumped in the nave
Oh shall I grin as I finally commence the burn
With one fearless step I shall take my turn
I am all but consumed by the fire in my chest
What threatens to sever my every heart string
Is the unknowing of what to which I cling
For all hard fought truths afforded to this life
Are detritus in the wake of my terrible strife
Words were conceived so mankind could lie
But to those possessed they can only try
Emptiness begets emptiness in this barren land
We are all subject to the deed of our hand
The subject that evokes the wildest scream
None who has ever walked this earth can redeem
My skin pales as I dig away from the sun
Shredding root, killing seed of the one
All the while I wander, dirt rains upon my grave
My light will touch fodder dumped in the nave
Oh shall I grin as I finally commence the burn
With one fearless step I shall take my turn
Published 10th Feb 2015
| Edited 11th Feb 2015
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Anonymous
10th Feb 2015 9:46am
Much enjoyed this ink black mystical poem of yours
11th Feb 2015 6:19am
Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it and I appreciate your feedback. I feel like you have read this to considerable depths and that is most respectable in my humble opinion. Thanks to you again
18th Mar 2015 11:01pm
Your poetry takes me to another place...mystical, always the hint of physical and emotional darkness...
I don't do justice to it by reading one after another which is what I did earlier this morning...
So I allowed this one to be read a few times, to permeate my being & still I can only come up with these merger words...I'm grasping in the dark but feel sure the picture is becoming clearer...
I don't do justice to it by reading one after another which is what I did earlier this morning...
So I allowed this one to be read a few times, to permeate my being & still I can only come up with these merger words...I'm grasping in the dark but feel sure the picture is becoming clearer...
Thank you very much for this thoughtful response. I am glad and very grateful that you have taken the time to read my work and to read this particular poem multiple times.
I have always felt that the reader holds a place of special significance with regards to poetry, a place the author cannot hold. For this reason I have always intended for my poems to be read in the way you have described here and you certainly have my respect for doing so.
Based on your words I feel you are indeed developing a strong intellectual and intuitive connection with these poems while also infusing them with new meaning.
So thank you once again for keeping my poems alive and helping them to grow and evolve.
I have always felt that the reader holds a place of special significance with regards to poetry, a place the author cannot hold. For this reason I have always intended for my poems to be read in the way you have described here and you certainly have my respect for doing so.
Based on your words I feel you are indeed developing a strong intellectual and intuitive connection with these poems while also infusing them with new meaning.
So thank you once again for keeping my poems alive and helping them to grow and evolve.
