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lamb
I stutter father
bleating surrender
the stones heaped bend me
sapless beneath your branches
make of me a beggar
trembling in her rags
thirsting beside the still water
silence divides these hands
my cup pours
anointing the dusty valley
I wept to see her dry bones
lazarus is not here
no balm for ravaged knees
I cry in the light for darkness
sparrows mock my frailty
pluck the very hairs
that were knit upon my crown
smite me lamp black blind
ravening wolves howl
impatient for flesh
and still I listen
waiting for the bush to flame
to tell me why
zion is so far away
H
bleating surrender
the stones heaped bend me
sapless beneath your branches
make of me a beggar
trembling in her rags
thirsting beside the still water
silence divides these hands
my cup pours
anointing the dusty valley
I wept to see her dry bones
lazarus is not here
no balm for ravaged knees
I cry in the light for darkness
sparrows mock my frailty
pluck the very hairs
that were knit upon my crown
smite me lamp black blind
ravening wolves howl
impatient for flesh
and still I listen
waiting for the bush to flame
to tell me why
zion is so far away
H
Published 26th Feb 2010
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26th Feb 2010 9:51pm
liked this poem a lot. smoothly flowing rhythm and melody of it whisper the words, lines, meanings.
smite me lamp black blind
ravening wolves howl
impatient for flesh
and still I listen
waiting for the bush to flame
to tell me why
zion is so far away
it builds up atmosphere of someone who has heavy painful baggage of seeing oneself as a black sheep among others - "normal ones"
also it feels as if towards the end reader faces inevitable dead end of despair.
such a vivid, emotional poem
smite me lamp black blind
ravening wolves howl
impatient for flesh
and still I listen
waiting for the bush to flame
to tell me why
zion is so far away
it builds up atmosphere of someone who has heavy painful baggage of seeing oneself as a black sheep among others - "normal ones"
also it feels as if towards the end reader faces inevitable dead end of despair.
such a vivid, emotional poem
29th Apr 2010 2:30am
Natalya, I'm so sorry I missed this comment! I appreciate your comments so very much. This one was borne in a very dark place, and I feel like the words fell on you just as I intended, which is a poetess's joy.
H
H
29th Apr 2010 4:24pm
Your poems all seem to be these thoughts barely spoken audible, like a whisper under your breath. And they all seem to be able to get under my skin.
Bravo. Are you published?
Bravo. Are you published?
6th May 2010 1:14am
*curtsies* Nope. Stiil "unbound" new friend. Glad to see ya dig it and not dig at it :) Many thanks,
H
H
