Penance
Perhaps then
my words were crude
and my gestures rude
Perhaps my compassion,
my affection, contused
As apologetic as I was
the world was raised
between us
With my shoulders broad,
and head held high
So mysterious I was then
so convoluted my intention
must have seemed
no matter my sweetness
at that moment
I knew my kiss meant nothing
I yielded to you
and you miserly convicted me
albeit, I refused my tongue
My damage had been done,
and yours was still to come,
still, the millstone was gone.
So, I present my chest
unprotected
for you to welt blue
and perforate
with multiple stab wounds,
you do what you must
for you to come undone.
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ouch...
i feel the pain when i read it... thanks for sharing..
Miserly
It was very wrong of me, to do what I did.
and I realized it all too late,
so there was no choice,
save to grimace and endure,
and perhaps a grimace, was out of order as well.
Still
Thank you for reading, and sympathizing,
this was a very personal piece.
Bloodletting
Tiresias,
Perhaps you write in blood, the passion weeping in this art, leaves the reader breathless.
Your ability to draw poetry from fractured memories is awesome.
Fractured memories, like bones, will heal, and the bloom of love will be revealed.
Thanks for opening your heart to us. You are a master poet.
Warm regards,
Kathy Paysen
Dallas, Texas
Writing in blood..
Thats an idea i could never deny.. im arrested by the notion of finality..
And that is usually the subliminal message in most of my pieces..
a quiet "everything ends" in the back of our minds that i like to push forward..
Even tho it is obvious and apparent... I am not satisfied with letting the masses simply let it go neglected..
Thank you for your kind words, the are truly appreciated, This community for has become more of a public personal diary
And so, its truly a blessing of grace when another writer appreciates the words that are so delicately chosen by another writer.
Thank You Kathy, Warm regards