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Exhale of ritual mourning sighs That embrace the rain from falling eyes Ever and always just the same As the moon will meet its daily demise.. And the angels praise Amen!! As knees bloody up again Ever and always just the same Since only the Heaven's do know when.. Inhale a presence never really there That will catch the breath I cannot bear Ever and always just the same My soul does ache to show it cares.. Ever and always just the same Ever and always I remain the same.. |
I just wanted to comment on your lyrical ear. It's divine. Prehaps I should read more of you before I make such a blanket statement. However I did it and it is done! Also I would not listen to that other guy You rank way Higher than Emily does in my book. | Posted on 2012-09-08 00:00:00 | by DaleP | [ Reply to This ] | okay, way off here i'm sure...but then i feel poetry works if the reader gets a vision, whether it is the same vision the author had, or not. | i see parallels to emily dickinson here...her battle with belief in God. ritual being like a service. rain from falling eyes...being the cloudiness of faith for her...the storm of her disbelief and how others shun her because of it. their eyes upon her, waiting for her to stand up and profess...and then their eyes falling away. Only the heaven's do know...but emily never did. "the presence never there/ ... my soul aches to show it cares/ but ever and always...I remain the same"---a non-believer. something i want to grasp but just can't... anyway, your poem took me there... to my favorite poet. jacob | Posted on 2012-08-31 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] | |