When we learned what became of your great life
And what were the fruits of your selfless labor
We spat out our souls as vomit, stars in grief
For the lost heavens; how could He have slain so
Casually you? He tore your too-young wings
And you became as an insect in his court,
Made to crawl, breath to end, created to sink --
Notes on the sky call it His Plan. No!; He can't
Have intent to allow ingrate Lazarus
Rise from stone and have rest on Jesus' shoulder
While you remain gone... Yet we heard clock-laughs
Echo in your oak. Years pass, we recall but could
Your insides now speak with only wrinkles of useless dust?
Fearful then, so fearful I am, that you have forgotten us.















Comments
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:: zealivityfive.com ::
I do think this is a great poem.
They never forget. Just as we never will either.
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"WinD'OHs -- OS of Homer Simpson" -- Shane Semler
However, i'm truly sorry for the loss. I find it fascinating how the beginning struggles relate to that of Jesus. Gorgeous piece that left me reading like my favorite chorus.
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
The form of the sonnet and the pentameter and rythym is good.
how could He have slain so
casually You!![expletive deleted]!! goodness sake, what a line.
created to sink These words are so poignant, so meaningful. So heavy!
ingrate Lazarus Yeah - I know where you are going, but I have always loved Lazarus... It is beacause of him that Jesus was what he was. /humbleopinion
This is very good Lacey. This shows your wordsmithiness. I wonder at you, this is a good poem. It has good form, and even though the 'perceived' subject is not your norm, I can see you in this.
Good work
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~livingpoetsociety*penpushers
Don't forget to be kind to strangers.
For some who have done this have entertained angels without realizing it.
and it's never casual...just unimagineable to us why...
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Hobbes of Calvin and Hobbes:
I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each others dreams, we can be together all the time.
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"I've taken enough walks alone
to know how real nothing is."
~dystopian-dream-girl
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