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Prometheus Repented
by Mainon A Schwartz
In the twilight of a shortened day, your skeleton appears
Transparent. These are your intentions, exposed and left
To erode themselves, for flesh ebbs away . I once loved
That sunshocksetting in your eyes when I pulled you
In from the cold, to my hearth-warmed arms. Now
Night comes stealthy into my bed, and I lie awake
Wondering what demon stole the fire from my coals.
09/12/2003 Posted on 09/12/2003
Copyright © 2024 Mainon A Schwartz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 09/14/03 at 07:00 AM and how many times have those same coals been relit and smothered? how often do we give ourselves to the sacred altar, to bleed out, and be refilled? i wonder, often, for my story lies in the same lines, still unfinished, and covered with red ink. i'm edited, but still written. |
| Posted by David Neubauer on 09/24/03 at 05:22 PM ::smiles:: interesting poem. I'm curious as to why the line breaks fall where they do? |
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