Sunday, 1 September 2013

Gifts of Servitude

Artwork by Jeanie Tomanek
Courtesy : The Mag

Angelic psalms of care often deprives
The pleasure of waiting for your God,
A noble crime is to forget the divine,
And rest assure in a miraculous drive.

It is sane to wait outside, when ghosts
Of hungry men waits to rape even after
Their lust has broken down into fine dust,
There you cradle your fear and drink
The burning blood that drains through.

Yet with a misplaced anklet that adorned
Her one leg, she swung upon branches,
(An image of love flew for the ghosts to see)
She left herself for the heavens to free.

Measured glances of hope dripped her
Fragile face, she was a daughter, a lover
A mother, a saint and a believer,
She planted herself onto the tree
And sat forever with her bare basket,
For the ghosts and the Gods to see.

Wings of faith were never too large
To lift her off, crowns of thorns
Were never too sharp to keep her down,
A bird which ceased the desire to fly
Now gave her adept company.

No mirrors were born out of the tree,
Which makes me wonder,
Is the bird I see a part of her?
Or are they both a part of something else?

17 comments:

  1. So much to love about this beautifully written piece, but I really like:


    Wings of faith were never too large
    To lift her off, crowns of thorns
    Were never too sharp to keep her down,

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  2. Thought provoking and indeed the last stanza leaves me asking the same

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  3. ...we are all part of this life's great mystery... & that the connection we have from each other will serve as a map t'wards tracing that almost invisible pattern of this aging world... smiles... interesting write!

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  4. a bird with no desire to fly.. so sad.. loved your imagery here..

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  5. Love the idea of the bird being part of her...as if all parts of our inner and outer world suddenly all came out...cool writing!

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  6. An image of love flew for the ghosts to see

    Nice idea.

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  7. Crown of thorns never too sharp to keep her down...oh that's beautiful...

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  8. Measured glances of hope dripped her Fragile face... you have captured her so very beautifully...very well done...you are going go long way boy- Best wishes.
    BTW I have replied to your quire in regard with She, do tell me if it works for you :)

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    1. Thanks. :)

      And Id surely check that out.

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  9. A beautiful poem with thought provoking imagery.

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  10. Thanks to all for your kind views. It makes me more confident in a way to keep writing.

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  11. Lovely, lovely. Thank you.

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  12. well done indeed.....thanks for sharing

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  13. I have to agree with Laurie. The penultimate verse is a real jewel.

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  14. Wings of faith were never too largeTo lift her off, crowns of thornsWere never too sharp to keep her down A bird which ceased the desire to fly
    Now gave her adept company. .........i must say ,you are enligtened . ?

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