Bolsters of Love
by Veronica Phoenics
Let me recline into comfort and push myself up
Against the bolsters you promised would keep me supported
While you fasten me up and display
The northern lights of fate in your firmament.
Do not be afraid of my pain,
It is your property; the flower of bulbs
You scattered with your wordy breath
In grooves etched on tattered terrain.
The sky is uniformly grey, now your stars
And tints have wilted with your weathered pledge.
And I, stretched out and shackled, take heads off
The fury and the love that could have saved me.
Posted on 12/01/2013
Copyright © 2021 Veronica Phoenics
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/01/13 at 12:00 PM|
A marvelous ode, you have penned, Veronica, soulful and deep. And who would not marvel at the lines in that second stanza? do not be afraid of my pain, it is your property. it was well worth the read, if for that powerful notion, alone.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/30/13 at 11:42 PM|
Love the irony of the title vs. the content of the poem. Excellent work of poetic quality that averts falling into the maudlin, as so many similar pieces do.
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/22/14 at 06:02 PM|
Brilliant. While ending less in hope than resignation, it expresses the longing to be whole. God can provide that even in suffering. It is one of the paradoxes of the Gospel for many.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/22/14 at 03:05 PM|
You've got an elegant delivery in your writing - such a pleasure with rich vocabulary. My favorite lines - "Do not be afraid of my pain,
It is your property"
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/26/16 at 02:35 PM|
Good to see this as POTD!