Eden

Eden

A Poem by M Sanders

Eden
A serpents sly enchantments meant to devour beautiful intentions. The fruit of treason sits inside of a mouth full of betrayal. Trespassing on perfections curious soul.The nectar of forbidden truths is bitter on the tongue. Detestable and clothed in treason's shame. In the belly it rests, a jagged heavy stone. The pangs of an arduous birth, bearing the child of death. Sin is born. A beast to be the burden for the offspring it produces. Despair howls and wails in the heavens at this conception. It flows from above as a raging sea. Waves casting its inhabitants out into destitution. Exiled from a utopian universe, swords wielding fire shutting them out. Bound to their newborn in shackles and chains. Sentenced to be slaves to this creature.. crying out "send us a savior for we have lost Eden".

© 2018 M Sanders


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I felt the "betrayal" here well.
From a pure and naked Eden to be, "clothed in treasons shame" . (*treason's* btw.)
I agree with the philosophy and generational inheritance of sin you show here as well.
The last line begs me to offer a comment. Only the "Serpent" and his minions are cursed without redemption. We are born into a slavery to sin, but we have a sure redemptions paid in full is we will choose to be servants of a Master of Love.
A poem thick with the consequences of sin...
Well conceived.

Posted 11 Years Ago


M Sanders

11 Years Ago

I agree with you comment on the last line. I have very intense dreams and this came to me in one of .. read more
This is an interesting piece and very well done. I see a more traditional, mainstream version of the exile from Eden and the 'fall of man'. I look at these events a bit differently--I've never bought into the theory that knowledge is death--it is enlightenment. Without Gnosis, how can we truly have free will?

It was not fruit
plucked from the branches
it was the flesh of gnosis
gleaned from amid the roots
the feet of the lilith tree
The gray pungent flesh infused
dripping the knowledge of the ages
that brought exile from bliss
of ignorant innocence
initiating the gnostic age


Posted 11 Years Ago


M Sanders

11 Years Ago

Thank you for reading:) I would agree with your thoughts as well. This poem came to me in dream and .. read more
Intense,
This has very powerful and dooming mental imagery and the use of biblical material here is well suited, i would say it is the perfect theme and ever well written within those ever strict confines. This carries weight also in it's almost I want to say Greek form as to use description often as the whole of idea conveyance. I will be honest as I feel it is best, I felt the lines themselves were a bit disconnected in this. Each lines being strong and with beauty but felt hard to move through this with a steady flow and Idea. That said this was still a very nice piece and I must say I like this a lot.

"In the belly it rests, a jagged heavy stone
The pangs of an arduous birth, bearing the child of death "

My favored portion. This was very descriptive and unique. It made me think of belly of the beast. And it moved itself along with smooth imagery that was profound and telling of the pain of knowing no good will come of the inevitable.
Very nice work on this art Sanders.
Sincerely
Christopher
99/100

Posted 11 Years Ago


M Sanders

11 Years Ago

Thank you for your honesty:) I am happy with this peice though it may be a subject matter that most .. read more
unsavable_soul

11 Years Ago

Ah, they can get over themselves.
It's great that you're happy with it, this is your art. We a.. read more

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