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wasteland
by Melissa Arel
i am a spiritual being in a fleshly body.
constantly at war within myself, the clash
of holiness and earthliness is a wasteland
replete of reason and caustic appetite.
my mind is teeming with tired conversation,
moral obligation, and unwanted temptation,
so i stop. and breathe. open my eyes and see
my reflection in the broken mirror, and remember
His atonement. descent. torment. God sent.
i'm reminded of who i am, and all else fades away.
01/07/2010 Posted on 01/08/2010
Copyright © 2024 Melissa Arel
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 01/08/10 at 02:01 PM Some philosopher in the 50's rued the lack of self-examination in the American Life. He evidently did not know you Mel. I can see from your recent poems the journey inwards continues, and the revelations coming forth are purifying, complex, and beautiful for being both! |
| Posted by Olivia Martin on 01/08/10 at 03:17 PM You know, I'm sincerely grateful that I stumbled upon this today. Not only is this piece beautiful, introspective, and enlightening, but it certainly hit home in its own way. Thanks for the write, it is a wonderful piece. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/08/10 at 07:45 PM You had to know I'd like this, such truth. I migh think you'd like, and this poem of yours brought it to mind, something called: God is Alive, Magic is Afoot, by Leonard Cohen, from the novel, Beautiful Loser. Buffy St.Marie actually put some of it to song, long ago. Here's a snippet: "Service is but Magic moving through the world/And mind itself is Magic coursing through the flesh/And flesh itself is Magic dancing on a clock/And time itself
The Magic Length of God"...Anyway, I agree whith what you've got here. Nice. Thanks. |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 01/11/10 at 04:24 AM bold choice for the title considering its epic history, but you gave it a fleshier, more visceral flavor...something we can all grab onto and be like...hey, she's right. pretty for that. very |
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