Genesis
February 24, 2010 at 11:29 pm 4 comments
Are my ideas of love only pure imagination?
Can they be achieved?
Can this relationship become a trusty rope
or will it be thin string?
When will Isaac’s messenger come to find me
for my water buckets are filled and prepared!
Actually, a small dip in the well would do.
Alas. I am no Rebekah. I am only dead grass in winter
and I need your flowers and violin music to revive me.
I need the doves and the orange trees and sun to remind me
what summer is
for this citrus-less winter consumes me.
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BiggestFan | February 25, 2010 at 12:13 am
Especially everything after “When will Isaac’s messenger…” especially “Actually, a small dip in the well would do.” There’s a hint of… dare I say it? Maturity. It’s sort of of a wry line…and I love it.
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Kara Ashley | February 27, 2010 at 12:10 am
Thanks Kim for the comments. You are such an encouragement! I have been sitting on that poem for a while so I am glad you liked it.
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BiggestFan | February 25, 2010 at 12:14 am
And the title! Wonderful!
PS. Spelling: Because should be become
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Alex | December 30, 2010 at 7:50 am
I love it. Any poem that can ignite a deep feeling is a good poem, regardless of the feeling. My feeling was sadness. Albeit for personal reasons rather then for the tone of the poem.