Wednesday, February 17, 2010
The Tempest
by
Maria Kelly
there has never been pain
like the clash of kindred spirits
from a tempest so intense - a marriage
of like minds connected between a thin thread
of similar design, or
a familiar pattern to be read,
so comfortable and so blind
then
drawn suddenly taut and strained,
trembling entropy, where passes blame -
it snaps like thunder crashing;
lightning reflects, eyes flashing
and rages stabbing from each barbed tongue:
our cages ripped wide open, but
all of our traps have sprung
and
this is what the tempest left behind:
there has never been pain
like yours and mine
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5 comments:
Okay Maria,
First off. . . the title is awesome!
The opening and ending and perfect and mesh together to make this poem really work. Well done.
". . . there has never been pain. . ."
Ah, such poetic bliss! :)
Jim
M-A-R-I-A,
How awesome you are with your prose. Oh my gosh, I wish I could put those kind of words out there.
You rock!
Love the flow of your writing :)
Holy cow, this is gorgeous. The flow is fantastic.
Thanks, guys for your comments. This was inspired by the Shakespeare sonnet...#116, I think (?)Don't quote me on that. That has always been one of my favorite poems. Thanks again. I'll be up on the internet soon I hope. At least, WiFi-ing somewhere...
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