Rope
October 31st 2006 22:06
Rope
I'm not sure when it happened
when the dreaming stopped;
a guillotine chopped off my head
pain will choke a muse, perhaps
weighted hearts have no room
for such imaginings
the sounds, the pleasures
of making love in the licking waves
upon a moon-drenched shore
they are all still there waiting
when i send for them;
inclination wanes like a moon
it is said that to give power to others
is to show them your verity soul
handing them a crude rope
and we become afraid of saying
anything that can tie up our wrists;
fear is a known town...
~Lily
note: image will be replaced with my artwork, soon
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Comment by Lilla
From The Home Front
Enviro Warrior
Dream Herald
Esoteric Bookshop
I did see this poem and picture this morning.
The picture shocked me and I thought I'd come back tonight to see it with your artwork...
I am cmong back to tomorrow to get a second take... this one is confrontational in some way?
Lilla....
Comment by Lily
Ars Poetica
....confrontational, only in the expose' of the yearnings within my own heart.. the image is purely metaphor..
blessings,
~Lily
the art will take longer to form ...
Comment by Lilla
From The Home Front
Enviro Warrior
Dream Herald
Esoteric Bookshop
I like it more this morning (no pms) to bind me...
It speaks to me this morning about bravery, of sadder times...
and yet, not wanting to revisit a place from which we have have once esacped...
"...and we become afraid of saying
anything that can tie up our wrists;
fear is a known town...'
lovely,
thank you
Lilla....
Comment by Lily
Ars Poetica
no binds for the soul, tis a good thing, unless it's of the loving variety...
permit me to coin the phrase; 'nail on the head'..
i'm trying to get to work on the art now, between running errands, chatting and wild sex (kidding)
~Lily