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Be There be there for me I have pain yet I live my arms for cages be there surrounding me across a thin membrane be there a c'est la vie of the ages of old, elder, eldest dusty memory be there that which forgives let me down your tender faces let me be, in stages where the light is held where you hide your feces and your shiny facets be there do tell... be where? be there clean up after me be truthful wash me clean of me strip me more than naked form me so I am hollow and useful be there I want to see you see me I want to lead I want to follow be there I want you to show me the way but just... be here and who am I to ask? this is not even a simple task- I judge what about everything I asked for? forget it all be there moremoremore I me mine not a scrap for trust I will be JUST fine ... but still you must take this salad from my bowl the crunchy part of my soul is us where the light is held be here now THIS is something there I, we be already... becoming all ready here we |
Additional Notes:
I read somewhere once that any poem which mentions the soul is somehow unworthy of attention, as are poems that rhyme. I disagree with this latest post.
"Who shall command the skylark not to sing?"
Certainly not I. And similarly, we serious contemplators of the soul, our very self- allowing a brutally honest inquiry into the nature of the great we- who shall judge me in that? Only those who know themselves ...truly. But then it becomes that which is greater and more profound than judgement, observation. Only the detached yet caring may truly observe.
This poem is a complex soup of feelings at this stage in my development. In addition to keeping a journal, I can splay myself- for a small fee- in front of you folks. TPL folks, I appreciate your ongoing kindnesses for my inquiries.
This Poem was Critiqued By: James Edward Schanne On Date: 2004-11-29 11:28:22
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.50000
I really like the crunchy part of the soul bit especially coming on the heals of the salad line makes me think of a waldorf salad, does that mean my soul is a walnut? Thanks for letting me read and comment.