Almost an Abecedarian
by Kristine Briese
A couple of pieces cut out of my brain,
Before giving my moon a chance to wane.
Can't understand why you burn in my mind.
Don't you see? I'm not even close to your kind.
Even I know we don't have the least of a prayer.
Forget it; we'd only be worse for the wear.
Glow brighter; the stars are behind us, you know.
Hell's asking for us. Will we answer the foe?
I hope you don't know why I'm hanging around.
Just keep me in mind when the silence abounds.
Kristine can mean gentle, but what's in a name?
Let me be wild; it's too long I've been tame.
Must be the rain put these drops on my face.
Now take off your leather, I'll take off my lace.
Obliterate all of these memories of mine.
Protect me from all that's no longer divine.
Quivers inside me, from fear of the night,
Run silently through me to hasten the light.
Secrets abound as we quietly meet;
Touch quickly and briefly, scorched by the heat.
Under the moon, feel the heat of my blood.
Vanquish my heartbeat, then flee from the flood.
When the sun finds the morning, I won't be alive.
X marks the spot where my death will arrive.
You run away; find the great afterglow.
Zeus never saw such a heartbreaking show.
Posted on 04/24/2002
Copyright © 2021 Kristine Briese
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Don Coffman on 09/15/03 at 04:43 AM|
Excellent flow, it goes right along without being at all forced around the abecedarian. Interesting and thought-provoking content as well.
|Posted by Cole Miller on 09/15/03 at 06:49 PM|
this really is a remarkably written piece.
|Posted by Laura Doom on 06/06/07 at 09:30 PM|
Travesty of a title - try
Almost (an abecedarian)
...or is that what you meant anyway?