Genesis 2: 22 Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

Genesis 2: 22

Rating: 5.0


'And the rib, which the LORD God had taken from man, made he a woman, and brought her unto the man.'

I am not perfect; I never was -
a canonized lie of virgin white.
I am flawed, unworthy of applause,
a ghostly glow that once shined so bright.

My heart is hopeless; my tears a sea.
Dreams are a dandepuff in the wind.
A hollowness grows inside of me
as all good things have come to an end.

The lips I tasted, the warmth I felt,
were cherished promises unfulfilled.
Let fall the kings of Orion's belt
that this forlorn brokenness be stilled.

The hands that held you, that gave you all,
now dig a desperate, deep, deep grave
of past times, our times, our faces fall
like fallen angels that none can save.

My flesh is fading; my bones are tired.
The gift of life is giving no more.
Let fall the roses, the hours expired,
the love of ashes, and weathered door.

I am a woman from head to toe,
a faint flutter between earth and sky.
Lay me in linen; pack me in snow.
Please grant me this last wish when I die.

Inscribe these words since I shall not speak.
They will be my last forevermore:
one last breath against your gentle cheek,
a pair of footsteps along the shore.

These are the words, my heart and my soul,
'I love you more than you'll ever know.
When life succumbs and death takes its toll,
I will be waiting beneath the snow.'

Genesis 2: 22
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anil Kumar Panda 14 January 2023

Beautiful poem. Nicely crafted. Enjoyed reading. Thanks.

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Jim McGill 14 January 2023

I had to put my reply in 3 parts to fit this format. Excellent work.

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Jim McGill 14 January 2023

I took a much lighter look at this ‘rib' in my recent poem: ‘ Truly The ‘He'…could Be A ‘She'. It is possible I have misread your poem, but in my opinion, any person who can write this well should have a whole lot of reasons to live … and love again.

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Jim McGill 14 January 2023

In my humble opinion, this is a very well written poem. However, maybe you are more perfect than you think; maybe you are not a flawed as you think and maybe you are most worthy of applause.

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