She assails my sanity
My first true love
Our intimacy
Like Greek theater Dionysian masks
was noble and tragic
At times we filled each other with bliss
At others total anguish
Though it died a savage suffering death
Passions lost sand-castles felled
Not even the most crippled of hearts
Dare sprinkle sad tears to its after-life
In the absence of her passion
I feel like a street urchin shooting cocaine
A homeless derelict slurping sour wine
I devour my dreams today tomorrow and beyond
Unruffled, the light lives in darkness
So now and then I turn, eye in a backward cast
Memory, a far away sleeping heron
Its head beneath a wing
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Rich!
This was so beautiful! I love everything about it, from the very first line to the very last image. I don't really know what else to add to everyone else's praise and comments; I agree with them all!
This will definitely remain with me for a long while.
Thank you!
-Sam
Wow, ok so after the 10th time reading it i still sort of didnt understand it so 30 times later...i think i finalyl have grasped what it means.
And yes a lot of people do horrible things, and the light always is hiding behind the door that locks it away. however there is more good then evil, and we will eventually help all those to find the light
Umm as for errors go, i cant even begin to try and see if there where errors or not considering i had a hard time reading it.
So to me, your meaning was very hidden however the words captured my attention and made me look for the meaning. This was a great poem, very short, and detailed
Samantha
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Richard: The backward cast is always a part of such an event or events I heard you portraying.I know the great blue heron living near us is ever ready to strike a fish or frog even when appearing asleep. I loved the imagery throughout this piece. I even went to the dictionary to remind myself that Dionysus was an earlier Greek name for the god Bacchus. Anytime you send a reader to his dictionary you have done well! Thank You. Dale
So, after reading this, I have decided that you are clearly the master of metaphors, allusions, structure and great poetry all together.
There is so much about this that I love, the line where you write "I devour my dreams, today tomorrow and beyond" right after the image of street urchins and homeless is really powerful.
Also... brilliant ending (though, at first I did misread 'heron' as 'hero' and thought that was pretty cool what with the previous allusion to Dionysus).
<3
*presents a single rose*
Sometimes a poet will draft a work for his/her own pleasure. Sometimes as a melancholy half-remembered dream of contrasts or what should and should not be. Those who would ask, "But what does it mean!?" must listen to their heart and mind. Very nicely done. Even if no more guidance is given other than to make us stop and think. A gift is given, that. Thank you. ^^
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