Den of Thieves

Den of Thieves

A Poem by Laz K.

My body is a temple,

An empty, silent 

Monument where

The ghost of sanctity 

Glides over the dead 

Wood of empty pews.

Like a timid dancer,

White light sneaks in 

Through the windows

Into this panopticon of sighs.

Safe in her solitude, she

Loosens her pale gown, and

Breathes a colorful kiss

On my gilded, resolute brow.

I'm a statue shedding cold, 

Marble tears that fall, and 

Shatter on the ground.

The painted walls hallucinate;

The temple comes to life!

Someone takes the stand, 

Raises a hand to swear 

He still believes, but 

Bites his tongue as he

Looks out over his 

Den of thieves.

 


© 2021 Laz K.


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This is so good Laz.
"Safe in her solitude, she
Loosens her pale gown, and
Breathes a colorful kiss
On my gilded, resolute brow."
I liked the above lines. The poem was haunting and I had to read a few times. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Laz K.

2 Years Ago

Thank you.
I also had to read it a couple times wondering what it all means. I tend to think.. read more
Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

I agree Laz and you are welcome.



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This is amazing...

The painted walls hallucinate;
The temple comes to life!

I loved these lines here, this is really good

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

And I ask myself, "What is faith and what is form?" "Affection and affectation?" "Am I in love or in heat?"
"Do I love God, or the idea of God? " "And finally, "Does it matter?"



Posted 2 Years Ago


I feel such an allegory here....the body being a temple...aging, more empty pews as friends and family pass...and the walls start crumbling...and the preacher tries one more time to rejuvenate his flock of skin and bones...I am that preacher becoming a statue.
j.

Posted 2 Years Ago


This is so good Laz.
"Safe in her solitude, she
Loosens her pale gown, and
Breathes a colorful kiss
On my gilded, resolute brow."
I liked the above lines. The poem was haunting and I had to read a few times. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Laz K.

2 Years Ago

Thank you.
I also had to read it a couple times wondering what it all means. I tend to think.. read more
Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

I agree Laz and you are welcome.
The metaphors illuminate in this piece of poetry Laz. How the body seen as an empty temple comes to life at the touch of love. And such is true in life love eventually takes from us, like thieves in the temple. Excellent work my friend.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Laz K.

2 Years Ago

Thank you, Carlos for taking the time to read and comment. It's much appreciated.

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Added on November 30, 2021
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Laz K.
Laz K.

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