Xeno: I was never phobic
Foreigner, Stranger, Guest.
Of your long, inquisitive forays
into yet, another conquest
I was laid open
My heart that hearth of rest
Although my reason hunted you down
I was there, at your bequest.
I will plead for you in the jester's court
although there's nothing I can do.
Abrogate seared scraps of love
or cherish every last inch of you
until DNA traces you
to scarred city, dead next of kin
this door is open -
stay out if you mistrust these words
or come back, however briefly, in.
20 NOV. '11
Comments
Hello Lady,
Very interesting indepth poem and I like the title, too. Makes me want to scrutinize all my relationships, LOL!
I will plead for you in the jester's court
although there's nothing I can do.
Abrogate seared scraps of love
or cherish every last inch of you
Loved these lines!
always, Cat
oh Cat!
So nice of you to stop by with your intuitive eye! ;) good to catch up again!
Boni
Hello Bonitaj,
I have read this four times now (so far) and each time I get more from it.
I really don't have a critique, except that Xenophobic doesn't carry the same meaning for you as it does for me, I think, but that's a minor thing; I love the wistful sadness you have here, the frustration I feel in the words, and the acceptance.
Excellent poem, bookmarked.
THank you Jim!
I am so glad you could recognise some of my intent, as is displayed in your critique. I know what you mean by the title, but there is a two-fold reason for it!
a) It was initially entitiled ALBEIT, but that might have thrown some
b) esp. since the opening line doesn't make much sense separated.
Colloquially speaking, I have interpreted Xenophobia, as a fear of strangers, immigrants, or foreigners. Hope that will suffice.
Many thanks for your uplifting commentary!