(*) The Myth Poem by Alice Cuenca
(*) The Myth
In his lofty tower,
my body religuished,
An energy broken,
fighting to the last ounce
of my resistance.
How can this be?
Days of yore, I've fallen
and hit the ground.
Benumbed; I can't have this feeling
An ominous cloud, a blur
vanishing in the boundless expanse.
From the onset of fall,
deluge of verses
muffled me with your warmth
I dream again; an ethereal beauty,
within my grasp it seems, only
A mid-winter wind has awaken me
And truth lacerates my very core;
you can never be mine
oh dream! devour me again
this time, to eternity...
this poem carried me away to some distance... the 2nd stanza has such forceful affecting words.
I added one more vote. you were correct. I love it!
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4/18/2024 1:56:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Step by step Onto the guillotines Carry me my dreams Yet I am devoured Yet I lived by you On the last moment Be my dream again O ye eternity I am amazed In the last scenes of beauty Hold my arm close to your heart I shall never forget the warmth Of that evening one day When I kissed you to eternity