Bleeding Adoration

by Scott Utley

I am stunned by your soul.

Shall I be forever mystified?

And this evening, brazenly confetti'd over the Hollywood freeway overpass,

I saw your initials set upon a fractured heart.

While my soul bleeds adoration in silence,

I wonder if this is love’s crucifixion?

Is this what the lonely whore vainly attempted to describe

when she was stoned for calling out her lover’s name?

No answer is of consequence, for what I will remember long after I have died,

will be the memory of your face, indelibly inscribed.


Posted on 01/04/2007
Copyright © 2019 Scott Utley

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 01/04/07 at 05:11 AM

Yes, the shape really "holds this poem together"... and it is "indelibly inscribed" in ones memory. It has a human form, a cross, subtly, with lots of suggestive space and silences. The traveling, the feeling of aloneness, the exaggeration of time, all work together (like the lover's name and face) and extend the emotion into poetic space. The overpass graffiti is perfect for the spark.

Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 01/09/07 at 04:28 AM

It's difficult to let go of the image you create in lines 3 and 4. I salute you, Scott.

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