My my... I have only recently discovered Muriel. My only regret is that I did not find her sooner. What a lovely and simple little poem about seeds.... Muriel's mind must have been absolutely wonderful...
It's a great idea, ideal for poetry but I don't think Ms Smart made the best of it. She didn't seem to be able to decide between two conflicting ideas 1. the seed as the progenitor of all life 2. the seed trapped in its deady prison within the store condemned to futility.
Hello, your eclectic style and honest imagery make others understand a deeper sense of life that humanitizes the human heart and soul...I am a new member here on this site and I would love to share a poem I wrote with a soul that I know would comprehend the mysteries and complexities if life.
The Sweetest Grapes (By Mimi C Mata)
In your armor of dark,
Did you come because I spilled my wine?
Or is it my eyes you love,
How they flickered the fire,
You knew and adored?
Just maybe, in this lonely hour,
You can hold your minions,
That tortured my dreams,
How my soul evaded like smoke,
In the eyes of all that I spoke to...
Sanity in a chalice,
Will become spilled wine,
'Or so you say'
And insanity will taste,
Like the sweetest grapes in spring.
And to my dissipated knowledge,
I will make a pledge...
For God to save me,
For God to save me...
Will you search through my glass heart?
Estranged and stained,
That I believed in justice,
Despite my wars?
That I welcomed love,
Although I suffered within the hands,
Of all I knew to believe...
Did they love me,
In ways of love,
Or of that of the grotesque?
I believe it was just the melancholy passing of sadness,
Like that of a dying petal
That my soul suffered from...
And the snake licking my dead thorns,
Did not bother me,
Because I am human...
Now what am I?
Another evil or of that of God?
Will the wings that you offer me,
Smell of coal and turn to ash?
For the sweetest grapes
That the devil drank...