my mortality before me I prepare an offering
cataloging and willingly admitting my sin
held tight to the dark artist of my soul, there is conflict
with aspirations to the light I am betwixt two worlds
and I can't reconcile
my spirit is shaded with too much shadow
magic of the dawn behold your daughter
whose keening hurt is as such
do I yet please
or am I an accursed creature
formed before the Earth to be an instrument of destruction
does not the knife love also the sheath, for its protection
in my way I am wicked but I am kind
oh Father what have you to do with me
in my slumberous state I cause chaos
now this journey is coming to a close
what shall be my next chapter
in your stead I request
my Father of nature
creator of us all
shadowed and shaded too
in my death house weep for stronger days
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Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
hello dearest Damian thank you graciously I deeply appreciate your thoughts ❤️
Hoi Chère C.,
If I may quote you:
in my slumberous state I cause chaos
Don’t we all?
I embrace the thought in real life.
There’s nothing more tedious or boring than perfection.
So:
in my slumberous state I cause chaos
Is the cherry on the cake.
Just my opinion.
À lovely write!
Kind regards, Gus
hello dearest Gus thank you I likef that line too…I cherish your thoughts you are always positibe and I appreciate that ❤️
Fantastic spill, my friend! May Arawn hear your darksome call and be your lantern into Annwfn. Not just yet though, we need more of your beautiful melancholy. Excellent poem as always.
Clay
thank you dearest Clay for such a beautifully poetic comment you are appreciated ❤️
There is NO SIN in being a woman, none. If there is SIN, it is brought about by the burdens placed on women in a male dominated, patriarchal system and society. It’s a strange evolutionary process that a biological difference (having babies) became the source of oppression.
While I applaud the artistic value of this poem, its sadness, its flow, and metaphor, I am also torn in that there should be no sacrifice made. Instead, there should be a head held high acceptance of the chaos, of celebrating joining the chaos made by all of us as human beings, and we are a chaotic bunch.
Crimsin, I hope I have not trampled all over your poem’s garden, it’s just that women are not evil or gods, just human. And certainly not for sacrifice.
Curt
hello dearest Curt good afternoon I get what you’re saying but my sin is more memories and reflection on days passed things I have done and regret I try to reconile them in me but they stilll make sad they are coming more ofteh these days and I’m not doing well it seems my soul is aware that my time grows short… I deeply appreciate your beautiful comment ❤️