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That man

PostPosted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 10:22 pm
by Saturn
That man

I swore on my heart,
On my love, and my life
I'd not become that man;
That man in whom the
Joy of poetry has died.

Heart
Is torn in two, the old
One clotted and sore,
This cloyed to 'brim,
Pelican brood pecked.

Love
Is a thing too heavy to
Try and lift its weight,
It's balance skewered
By that old measure.

Life
Bears itself a monarch
Barking its commands
Snapping at 'heels and
Dragging prisoners off.

Poetry
Lies fallen at my feet,
Betrayed and forlorn
She weeps and wrings
My stiffened hand red.

I mock myself with rhyme,
And lie to blind the tears,
Love to blot the feeling,
Smile a hypocrite's grin.
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Re: That man

PostPosted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 7:01 pm
by Raphael
[quote="
Poetry
Lies fallen at my feet,
Betrayed and forlorn
She weeps and wrings
My stiffened hand red.

I mock myself with rhyme,
And lie to blind the tears,
Love to blot the feeling,
Smile a hypocrite's grin.
quote]

:(
Sad Saturn..but no hypocrisy- poetry is a vehical by which emotional landscapes are explored- they do not have to be good, true, ideal nor perfect.

Re: That man

PostPosted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 1:06 pm
by marwood
Good work Saturn. Spoken from the heart, in your own voice, your own style.
I am sure poetry will not abandon you or you poetry.
Take care.
Marwood.

Re: That man

PostPosted: Sun May 01, 2011 3:09 am
by BrokenLyre
I love the structure of this poem Saturn - just brilliant. I'd like to think that you merely undermined your poetic thesis by the cunning writing of the poem. If so, great job.