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{letters to Elizabeth}
by Joseff MaratElizabeth,
in forbidden, contemplative hours
I call out to you; yet you do not answer
you are not here, so I am cold
pulling upon my skin, this skin of yours
I remember touching with my fingertips
the naked secrets of your body
my callous upon your warm softness
my strength to your weakness
why can't I pray to you?
I search the infinite scripture:
all words from God spoken of you it contains;
and so this struggle within me remains
to whatever distant future
my sentences rely
my words are bare before you
where I only hope to lie
unfinished books
await in want of heart
a vacancy exists
for pages torn apart 02/09/2006 Author's Note: The 'letters' are a continuing series that I've had throughout the last ten years. This is the latest one after a long absence. ...these fragments from my pen, worship you once again...
Really, this wasn't composed like the others. The others were actually letters. This is more the thoughts that I wanted to go into the letter. Perhaps I will adjust it someday. Probably not.
Posted on 02/09/2006
Copyright © 2024 Joseff Marat
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 02/10/06 at 06:59 AM S4 is nearly a poem within this very good write. Nice job, Joseff. |
| Posted by Emily Davidson on 02/10/06 at 12:28 PM so sad, but still so beautiful. the second stanza was especially evocative. |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 02/13/06 at 05:18 AM Your poem actually got me to thinking, "what if" and "how come?" The love in this is so evocative, yet also gentle, kind, longing and sad. Thank you for the read. I look forward to more. |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 09/22/06 at 10:41 PM Makes me think of Dante and Beatrice.....beautiful. |
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