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Redemption, In Cream and in Crimson
by Trisha De GraciaAnd
I am not
your angel, I
shall not be used
to open your
white wings of ivory
your crimson
love sonnets
your dripping perfection
so that
you can see it,
I
will not
be the one
to run
your flags through
the wet clouds
and pray.
Yet
I prey on
your travesties
prey on your innocence
smeared and
bloodied with
tongues and tapestries
woven of
doves wings
and olive and
sin.
Still
I hold your halo
roughened
softened
gritty and warm
and tarnished
hold it in the hands you kiss
the face you miss and the
stories that had
us all in them.
I
am astounded
for you
steal the words
from my lips
with your
fingers and
keep them like
birds
or bats
or monarchs,
stroke them
and strain them
and sigh.
This
is a throw away
poem. You
can not keep
these words from
this page,
and I won't
allow
              the
                  sharp
intake
           of
                  breath
    or
           redemption
Just yet.
11/04/2005 Posted on 11/04/2005
Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 05/13/06 at 07:12 AM Excellent form for this unusual, biting, yet firmly gentle (if that makes sense)POTD. Count me among your new fans. |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 05/13/06 at 04:00 PM what a powerful piece ... it feels like a mental tangent that is never spoken yet it needs to be released.. the first stanza caught my eye and the last just stole my heart.. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/14/06 at 04:25 AM Most excellent! Great power in these words and your resolve. +fav |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 05/14/06 at 05:59 AM Trisha, a beautiful, strong declaration. Congratulations on POTD!
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 05/16/06 at 01:26 PM I admire the powerful gentle completeness in this fine declaration. Great poetry! —Jill |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 05/21/06 at 04:52 AM powerful. unforgettable. congrats on POTD. PK |
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