=Bonded=Eden= by Trisha De GraciaDesperate for a touch of
what it feels to be the beauty
that you held so long
in callused hands
-the instants wasted by.
You dreamt a dream of paradise
sang lovesong lullabys
to drowsy ears while we
entangled, slept
'neath sunset billboard streets.
But now the songs are out of key
your hands have melted far from me
and with each con of love anew
I sing my holy hymn to skies of utmost
depth-defying blue.
You dropped my hand to taste
the serpent fruit, but now
Forgive-me-nots are growing
in the cracks along the streets
of Bonded Eden.
03/21/2004 Author's Note: I wanted the lines to chop and not fall right in beat, sort of to fit the mood of the poem. I dunno, makes sense in my head...
Posted on 03/21/2004 Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia
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Posted by J. P. Davies on 03/21/04 at 08:57 AM I do it all the time for effect. This is great especially the 2nd stanza
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Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 03/22/04 at 06:06 AM and with each con of love anew
I sing my holy hymn to skies of utmost
depth-defying blue.
......great beat.
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Posted by Anita Mac on 03/26/04 at 05:36 AM Great effect... I just want to read it over and over again... ~Nita |
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