OF OPAL HUE
In a body worn
and broken
by the gods
into Dark forsaken
breathes a soul
of opal hue
in chains gold and silver
waiting for something
of narue kind and holy
to deliver
Jul 07, 2012
OF OPAL HUE--updated
About This Poem
Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Geremia, it is frought with potentially scary meaning
Perhaps not, at least they sprang for gold and silver, I got copper and my body is a lattice of oxidized green. Pain is no stranger but I call her up, invite her over, no one to blame but me. I want the little taste of death, then I want to go see a kung fu film, get drunk and maybe find a morally casual woman with which to spend a little time. I don't know pain like you. I know triviality, self-infliction for the entertainment of others. I stand alone on the last hill awaiting the last corruption.
That was character writing, I'm touched by your poem, it reminds me most of course of Prometheus and Brunhilde. I feel rage at that confinement, sure I would have been cast down in our droll arrogance of Judeo-Christian religion, where our figurehead is the savior of the world, suffering before death. We are the eagle, we are the mob not the martyr. And your poem is another quiet masterpiece.
Ron
Blue Demon77
And Prometheus are we all.
And Prometheus are we all. Thank you, my friend.
PROMETHEUS
{Immortality
I am electricity
fire electric blue
raging through
space and time.
I am the beginning
of all beginnings
the end of none
he “forever”
and the “never die”.