Granite ManA Poem by Feggera piece of self-admissionStanding, edge of cliff so sheer Peering toward the vast Churning blue, and foam recede Lessons, of the past. Project my soul, this vertical wall That shields the tender land From erosion of the Tempest Wind Yet carves the Granite man. Beneath, as passions tremble And curl about the form Slowly abrade patina-soft In forecast of the storm. Adjacent to these weathered friends Lie memories of the gale, When weakness overcame me" Another love, I failed. Resting bitter, jagged, waiting To rest my skin upon" Accepting vengeance’ laceration, Exposed--within each dawn.
I, spun in ego"unyielding" Deny the right to view, The fissures gape internally Kept away from you. Igneous veneered viscera" With pulse upon command" And words that knew such timelessness As footprints in the sand. Yet vertical and tall I’ll reach Defy natural decay" Deeming that my wit prevails With death I may persuade. In Time, such shroud consumes me I will have died before" Legacies of ignorance" I’ve offered nothing more. Granite man is born of fire; And this, his only sin: Striking flint and flesh as one, Igniting from within. © 2010 FeggerReviews
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Added on December 18, 2010Last Updated on December 18, 2010 AuthorFeggerCTAboutPublished poet, songwriter, author and occasional humorist. "If I were lost, I wouldn’t deny it. Quite frankly, I’d embrace the fear in a dramatic and tortuous event until the child spo.. more..Writing
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