Monday, August 17, 2009

fold beneath me, countless bliss
arrogance bleeds innocence

bend beneath this foot, this thunder


present to me this feast of wonder
give me groups of four, not three

I will witness from Her chair
(gilded gold on earthen dais),

Love spontaneously tempting
cardinals from silver dishes.


CathM said...

Athelas, this is really good (both in terms of content, meaning and structure)... some amazing lines e.g. 'arrogance bleeds innocence'... lots to digest in this poem!

Suzette Saxton said...

LOVE it!

lilsmurf4brandon said...

beautiful writing

Elise said...

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Cynthia said...

Expertly gathered. I feel a desire for
submission from a loved one.

Cynthia said...

Amazinging surreal. Submission,
dominant, awakening...blooming.