Your perfumed words and rose-petal theories
have long since lost their potency, as have you.
The wine has turned to water, and there is no
salt with which to tempt my tongue.
I may be foolish to have believed in the cherry red clouds,
the fluffy vessels that carried me above the indolence and
bloodlessness, suspending me in my own gentle reality.
My nails are black with the grit of clawing
the ground on which I dwell.
The evangelical counsel made an easy mark of me.
I reasoned that you were like the wind; I could feel you
and your power, though intangible and slight. Ephemeral.
I swallowed all of it, thinking I’d tasted honey,
waiting to drink more.
And then…
There was an uneasy calm. The silence squelched the music.
My face was smacked with shame for my lack of conviction.
I had attempted my own conversion of the other mirky souls
only to find that I had been preaching twice-chewed words.
These words that even you had never really trusted.
I crawl through each hour with skyward, darting eyes,
scanning for cherubs, on rippling red clouds and other signs
of fabled dogma. Though disenchanted, I still hoard some
sort of hope that the magic does exist.
It’s what keeps me breathing.
Only a true artist of your calibre could start a painting with its best stroke, just like the first line: Your perfumed words and rose-petal theories have long since lost their potency, as have you...... ....... How do I praise this one? I would leave here with a 10 vote and return to read it again..... and again!
I think Master Sears said it better than I ever could. You have an incredible gift Tara - please keep writing. Hugs Anna xxx
Tara, I love this poem...human nature at it's most basic. Ours is to question, but faith remains. 'Tis mans nature to want for more...when God sent the Manna from heaven, he left people w/ full bellies asking where were the leeks and onions. Wonderful poem...A.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good Lord, this is beautiful! And painful. You have a special gift, Tara. You have to keep posting here. Seriously.