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Sinner
by
Roger Crique
(Age: 56)
copyright 07-19-2005
Age Rating: 10 +
The crepuscule has set.
The sun has cowardly crept under the horizon.
Now, I’m left alone, to ponder amidst the roaring sea.
To figure out its fury; to settle down its rage.
Impenetrable mountains loom in the distance.
I don’t know how far to go.
The fog has blinded me.
I paddle aimlessly through life.
The winds have turned against me.
All four have chastened me.
The Moon has fallen ill.
And the sky no longer covers me.
What have I done?
Oh, father, I have transgressed!
The ripples in your eyes are moribund
The pounding of your heart has ceased
Swallow me, Earth!
For sin has traveled far.
Cover me, oh mountains,
For my pain cannot subside.
Oh, salty sea, bring me up to your swells,
Pound on me like your waves on rocky cliffs!
Send me to the sun; to purge my longings of you.
Strike me down, oh merciful one, for I am mad, mad in love again!
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10-07-2005
Regina Pate
who have you fallen in love with now, hmm. I can't stand it, tell me who she it, I demand it lol. Love should not hurt but it can be very sinful I agree. lol
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07-20-2005
Jenna Tramonti
I love the imagery in this poem...Good job!
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07-20-2005
David Pekrul
Perhaps I have interpreted this differently than both Anthony and Brian, but it sounds like one crying out to the God he has sinned against (reminds me somewhat of some of the Psalms of David, and how he cried out for God's mercy when he had stumbled) The author here seems to show that although he has sinned, he is still in love with his Maker.
Did I get this right, or is your philosophical thinking just beyond the simple man that I am?
Whatever way it should be interpreted, I enjoyed it immensely.
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07-19-2005
Jean George
I like this Roger...It has some layers to it. The imagery is great, very strong and lends itself to more than one metaphorical interpretation. This pulling in of all the aspects of earth and ocean could easily be seen as a Prometheus bound to the rock for loving unwisely and aggravating the Gods, just as he did with his championship of mankind....or it could be a mere mortal beating himself up in a grand manner for falling in love again (and he doesn't sound very happy about it.) whichever way one reads it, I do like the scope of it.
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07-19-2005
Anthony Lane Stahlhut
I can't even start to write about all the silly things I done for love. This is a good poem and I enjoyed reading it! Anthony
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07-19-2005
Brian Dickenson
You have done it again. I love the imagery, the way it flows, the madness we call love.
At times a glorious madness, yet other times sad.
I read somewhere that love is a chemical reaction in the brain, something similar to that of madness. When you consider the mad things we do in the name of love.
Makes one wonder.
Brian
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