Oceana

I know what you want; I see it in your blood.
It blooms in red, it comes from a flood--
ventricle wishes rushing
into a sisterhood shed of its skin.

Beauty courses through her blue, lucent veins.
I harbor it in my bag of surplus wares,
dreading the day when I shall account
for my guilt and my reveries.

O daylight hour, shedding your brightness
from the horizon, do you know
how I falter
without a sound?

Do you wait in the church halls
for the day I will return,
prodigal of Eden,
running toward the beatific, haloed visionary?

I cannot come,
as much as I wish-
I have borne the heavy atrocities
of her bones, her past, still haunting me.

And I have yet to be whole;
I am a remnant
of the shattered mirror
you once gazed into at noon.

You collect me in bursts of energy,
you sum me up, then release my particles
into an ocean
free of dead bodies and shrieks.

It opens to receive my soul.





Poetry by intothehaze
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Written on 2005-08-05 at 17:13

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
with each stanza, the depths get deeper... your imagery fathoms a darkness that envelops the senses... very strong... again, i find myself floored... the descriptions are holding my hand through the emotions... it squeezes a heart, really, and reaches my own depths... absolutely great poem...

later...xx
2005-08-06


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
a step away from the demise, yet so close you can feel its breath on the hairs on the back of your neck. a good piece, the sadness waves in between the lines.
2005-08-05


Claire
Jaw-like, frightening

The voice seems in such a panic, as if time's short

So fragile
2005-08-05