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Between temptation and redemption: The would be nun and the sinner
Ciao caro, how fare thee this eve?
I am here, quiet as you please.
Thou hast come to converse again
to exchange ideas on the pleasures of men?
Once, I seriously considered taking the vows,
my nature is well suited for the habit, veil and cowl,
but my heart was restless you see,
too many question roiled inside of me.
Now I contemplate life’s mysteries,
that which is seen and unseen, real and ethereal,
where one ends and the other begins.
Do we truly understand such things?
Me thinks not, caro mio , death is just the beginning,
“Il morto” only changes the plane of living,
we transform and continue on our path,
dragging the chains we forged with all thy living acts.
In my solitude I speak often to the dead,
in compassion, my soul they have chosen to befriend.
Morbid and morose our discussion hath turned
but is this not, why thy hath chosen once again to return?
You seem to enjoy the gruesome and macabre,
wilt thou venture to discuss such things as necromancy?
Sinister it doth seem to decipher the secrets of the dead,
something perverse in the eyes of the unschooled and ill instructed.
O THAT 'twere possible
After long grief and pain
To find the arms of my true love
Round me once again!...
A shadow flits before me,
Not thou, but like to thee:
Ah, Christ! that it were possible
For one short hour to see
The souls we loved, that they might tell us
What and where they be.
How like you my recitation of:
“O that 'twere possible” by Lord Alfred Tennyson?
Yes, we mortals seem obsessed
with the world beyond the living, the realm of the dead.
Oh but night has waned the dawn is not long,
time for thy departure to where thy belongs.
Till next we encounter a soothing reprieve
and thy hath the ability to come to me and speak…
Get thee back to underworld, rest till next we meet,
let not the marrow be wasted for I shall await thee;
for the comfort of the dead is my proclivity,
mine only solace in a world filled with iniquities.
Gypsy red
Dec.2011
*Para que lo disfrutes Luca*
"exchanging bold poems with a would be nun,
she responds in Old English";
A moving story in the morbid, strictly black and white...
I am here, quiet as you please.
Thou hast come to converse again
to exchange ideas on the pleasures of men?
Once, I seriously considered taking the vows,
my nature is well suited for the habit, veil and cowl,
but my heart was restless you see,
too many question roiled inside of me.
Now I contemplate life’s mysteries,
that which is seen and unseen, real and ethereal,
where one ends and the other begins.
Do we truly understand such things?
Me thinks not, caro mio , death is just the beginning,
“Il morto” only changes the plane of living,
we transform and continue on our path,
dragging the chains we forged with all thy living acts.
In my solitude I speak often to the dead,
in compassion, my soul they have chosen to befriend.
Morbid and morose our discussion hath turned
but is this not, why thy hath chosen once again to return?
You seem to enjoy the gruesome and macabre,
wilt thou venture to discuss such things as necromancy?
Sinister it doth seem to decipher the secrets of the dead,
something perverse in the eyes of the unschooled and ill instructed.
O THAT 'twere possible
After long grief and pain
To find the arms of my true love
Round me once again!...
A shadow flits before me,
Not thou, but like to thee:
Ah, Christ! that it were possible
For one short hour to see
The souls we loved, that they might tell us
What and where they be.
How like you my recitation of:
“O that 'twere possible” by Lord Alfred Tennyson?
Yes, we mortals seem obsessed
with the world beyond the living, the realm of the dead.
Oh but night has waned the dawn is not long,
time for thy departure to where thy belongs.
Till next we encounter a soothing reprieve
and thy hath the ability to come to me and speak…
Get thee back to underworld, rest till next we meet,
let not the marrow be wasted for I shall await thee;
for the comfort of the dead is my proclivity,
mine only solace in a world filled with iniquities.
Gypsy red
Dec.2011
*Para que lo disfrutes Luca*
"exchanging bold poems with a would be nun,
she responds in Old English";
A moving story in the morbid, strictly black and white...
Published 20th Dec 2011
| Edited 22nd Dec 2011
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21st Dec 2011 3:24pm
Hermetic concepts written in Old English. Mmm. Put a significant strain on my understanding. I accept the challenge: I will read and reread to fully understand it.
I really like how it sounds. And I feel proud to have helped inspire his writing. I think you have potential as a writer. You are very fruitful. Quick pen and a strong intellect.
I really like how it sounds. And I feel proud to have helped inspire his writing. I think you have potential as a writer. You are very fruitful. Quick pen and a strong intellect.
21st Dec 2011 3:36pm
Well how wonderful, I am extremely glad you enjoyed it and humbled that you feel I have potential as a writer, it has been something on my mind but have much doubt as to whether or not anybody would enjoy my work or if it would be successful. It did not occur to me you would have a hard time reading it forgive me for that lol
Thank you very much for reading my piece and the generous comment.
Gypsy red
Thank you very much for reading my piece and the generous comment.
Gypsy red
Anonymous
22nd Dec 2011 7:12am
I think you could expand upon this and make it more of a story than a poem...I have faith in you as well...you won't know if you fail until you try...that is the best advice I can give to anyone...chance it! :)
Hmm had not thought about it, I will take that under advise, I have a few sing song(so called because of how they read, rhythmic) stories but they are in Spanish have not tried one in English yet. I am truly humbled by your vote of confidence in me,as I consider you one of my piers here, I am honored.
You correct there is nothing to it but to do it, trying is all we can do. Thank you for great comment.
gypsy red
You correct there is nothing to it but to do it, trying is all we can do. Thank you for great comment.
gypsy red
18th Mar 2013 3:20am
I agree with Cyberman. It would take an interesting life of it's own. There's no harm in trying and it may be fun.
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