My Acquittal

Caught between opposing forces

a decision clenched in my hands

When the rock I see on my silk sheets 

becomes my task

Entrapped

I can hear how few question morning

or so it seems 

When I am resting on the angry seas

outside my grasp

A thorn buried in the middle

disappears into air

again and again

Painting a lonely sensation

found by willing hands

Breath traded when my Rome fell

forgotten in time’s indifference

Small guarantees left bearing

a yielding finger’s friends

Anticipated territory knows not what is nursed

inside of emotions

Stillness feels shame

too late for fortune’s spinning wheel

Caught between opposing forces

measured by man’s own fire

I find I have come back to feed

on the emptiness I feel

The rock I see on my silk sheets

is the first bite I swallow

My own hands

will find this thorn buried in the middle

One by one I will conquer

what clings inside my thoughts

Until these opposing forces

hand over

my acquittal 

Author's Note

special thanks to Aidz for your help in formatting this one......XX
Artist - Jake Bladdely

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

I love the way you stepped into your shadow to confront those things that make us all so uncomfortable...to conquer them...understand them...and ensure that the light of your heart reaches every corner of your soul....leaving no place for that darkness to hide. I haven't found any other way to become stronger.

[Kat Collins]

Sensuous anger and frustration. Very interesting and somewhat uncomfortable dichotomies in this piece. You always make me think, Neva. "We live in a polarized world of contrived dualisms, dichotomies, and paradoxes: light vs. dark and good vs. evil. We as Mexic Amerindians/mestizas are the dark. We are the evil...or at least, the questionable." - Ana Castillo

[joshua deathdealer]

Amazing work. Very intriguing and original write.

[Melobldnfr]

I can so SEE and FEEL this, is why I like your work so much! Thanks.

[Ruth]

Neva, I am always impressed by your heartfelt words and shimmer :) You always deliver a powerful thought through your work...such understanding resides in your words and I for one....relish them!
Hugs dear friend xx

[Steph K]

I love your style in this poem. Its very personal and deep. Its almost sensual, sensual in the sense of its so realistically put, it feels that the emotions are dancing of the page. My favourite line " Breath traded when my Rome fell" . Imagery at its best.

[E.V. Black]

There's always something that is really bothering me. Right now the thorn in my side has been not being on here enough and not working on my latest story enough either. But "One by one I will conquer/what clings inside my thoughts/Until these opposing forces/hand over/my acquittal"

Heeh.

[∂αʌ<..]

a very deep and powerful poem...i really like the contrast of the rock on the silk sheet! very powerful imagery!

[Arthur Henn]

Neva - This is a trophy of a thought as I hear the narration speak as I read, hearing the words of this epic whisper slowly as I read its prose again...

[unknown]

You are definitely not being sentenced for any crime, we need you acquitted to continue to bless us with your rhymes :)

[fargone]

as beautiful as always, inevitably, neva. this is a little disturbing in its imagery and i find it intriguing. ur language is very effective and the rhythmic flow seems almost....angry? disillusioned? hmmm, another great write :)