Cellophane Man

This is an older piece that I was challenged to write as an assignment and the constraints were a time limit of 30 mins. So, I know it is rushed but, I WAS rushed by the directive.

Cellophane Man

a poem by Chris

 

 

My faithful,dutiful commitment passes through the years

All sacrifices given freely and without measure

The growth of love is my charge

As a Templer Knight protects the grail with his service

 

 

I follow in tow

Stepping  aside in vocation, in residence

My meager hay-pennies add to nothing

And give no meat on the table

 

I am your ever willing cheerleader

When you win; we win

When I  believe; you achieve

My voice rises up above all others

 

I have swept aside other courtiers

I sing like a lark of your beauty, your brilliance

As a town crier alerts its citizens

I tout your praises to signal your holding of my heart

 

From the sidelines I wait

Ever vigilant and silent in my pride

Of the woman you’ve become

And the tower constructed well with crest flown high

 

My love, don’t look past

Don’t look through me like used cellophane

My self-denial has feed your flame

And I give support to your pier

 

Talents can’t be held back much longer

It roars like the bulls of Pamplona

My charge is fierce

For your Maker filled this vessel full

 

Come down from your tower and dry my tear

Take no more meetings and tend to your champion

Wipe my ruddy face with the hem of your dress

And place me on my horse with shield in hand and praise on your lips

Author's Note

Whew, did I have to write this one fast! Hope it is still authentic and someone is blessed by it. God Bless all of my friends who dutifully read my work.

Reviews

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Very nice poem...sometimes quick wrotes that flow are the best, it has depth that speaks to me, great work Chris!!!

[Maryum Mazhar]

fast paced sweet and cute! :)

[J Todd Underhill]

Wow this seems to be a week for revisiting old poetry, I am entering a notebook of poetry I wrote in 1991, it is fun to see how we change as writers, and what we retain as well. great write here, not loss of quality over the years!

[Coyote Poetry]

I go back to my old poetry. I was once the angry poet. Wanting change and to do great things. Life changes our view and direction. I like this story. The description create a good vision.
"My love, don’t look past
Don’t look through me like used cellophane
My self-denial has feed your flame
And I give support to your pier"
I like the ending to the excellent poem.
Coyote