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Rome Antics
she beckoned me forth like a
gladiator
trained for speed, not power
her calculating eyes timed my feet
for its overdue fall
dagger at the ready
anticipating my fall
I took her bait
(not)
I threw away my shield
and shuffled aside
It was never
that serious a game
for me it wasn't.
Published 10th Feb 2016
| Edited 7th Nov 2016
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10th Feb 2016 7:43am
11th Feb 2016 5:21pm
10th Feb 2016 4:31pm
Very clever title! Looks like she weeded you out pretty quick. Only the strongest of warriors can capture a woman's heart, and only the most noble are willing to try.
11th Feb 2016 5:18pm
Yes, yes, I played the weed here. The only way to win sometimes, is to not play the game. Haha!
Thank you for stopping by ahavati
Thank you for stopping by ahavati
11th Feb 2016 9:04pm
Depends on what you lost, I suppose.
"Tis better to have loved and lost. Than never to have loved at all."
"Tis better to have loved and lost. Than never to have loved at all."
13th Feb 2016 4:26pm
I read wisdom in the saying too ahavati, but at the same time, in this current state of mind I am in...
...I reckon, a heart is much the sadder if it loves and looses than if it never loves at all.
...I reckon, a heart is much the sadder if it loves and looses than if it never loves at all.
14th Feb 2016 8:05am
14th Feb 2016 9:17pm
but the breaking and wearing caused by love is amplified many times my dear friend
15th Feb 2016 3:40am
[...]
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
[...]
The breaking and wearing will repeat until you get it right...my dear friend. And, well, I don't know about you, but I kinda want to laugh all my laughter. It's the not that hurts because something is missing, something we innately are drawn to: Love.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
[...]
The breaking and wearing will repeat until you get it right...my dear friend. And, well, I don't know about you, but I kinda want to laugh all my laughter. It's the not that hurts because something is missing, something we innately are drawn to: Love.
15th Feb 2016 10:22pm
I want to laugh all my laughter and weep all my tears too.
You have moved me to contemplate the value of love.
You have moved me to contemplate the value of love.
3rd Mar 2016 4:32pm
you gave her the unexpected and dropped your shield leaving HER defenseless....brilliant
3rd Mar 2016 11:24pm
That's an optimistic view of the event.
To add a tinge of colour, It was a fight with lives at stake, I couldn't stake mine...so I "shuffled aside"
And Naajir, with the metaphorical dagger at hand, I reckon she cannot have been left defenseless
To add a tinge of colour, It was a fight with lives at stake, I couldn't stake mine...so I "shuffled aside"
And Naajir, with the metaphorical dagger at hand, I reckon she cannot have been left defenseless
