What if Dante Alighieri helped me re-discover my lifes purpose? (In reference to) The Divine Comedy
A Poem by Lisa Verdon
Pity me, the down-trodden,
Dearest friend"whom I dare beseech
Might I have but a moment of your time?
Would you kindly allow a humble minion,
Such as me,
Entry beyond your furtive realm?
For I have met you not, but know you still
Your words echo throughout my soul
And speak to me like no other
Master poet; harvester of verse
To you, I make my plea
'Tis my life, you see; it has met with disarray
And fallen quite helplessly
Unto the flagrant breast of despondence
Proverbial dark cloud
Mighty somber entity
Lingering severe and threatening
Against its wayward kin"blackened night
Staunch and lifeless; impervious
Hovering, as the storm,
Which festers heavy in the air
Alas, even the gentle cloak of slumber, which I long to lie beneath
Offers naught but bitter turmoil
Tossing about like a lost and lonely galleon,
Which stands brave and defiant
Against her lady's impending wrath
Ferocious sea lashes out against her; unmerciful
Striking her exposed hull with keen precision
Like that of the master's whip
Punishing the naked back of lawlessness
What images course
Through my dismal veins?
I fear that I am devoid of hope
Traveling, lost in my incongruity
But, oh, to see the light once more
What inconceivable joy!
Glowing warmth, encompass me
And breathe me anew
Like the sands of your creation
What say you, friend, of my mortal dilemma?
Will you not heed my appeal?
I sit, so willing, before you
Fervently devouring your eloquent stanzas
Gliding my fingers along the worn parchment
Obedient to your voice
What if you were here to guide my path?
Would you come forth, as Virgil,
So willing to abide
So eager to save my wretched soul?
How far, then, would you journey with me?
How many rings of sin would you endure?
Those infernal divisions of madness
Burrows of undigested anguish
One more frightening than the other
But, oh, to venture through and rise again"the splendor of rebirth
What glory must you know
Salvation, it is yours
Blessed salvation
Drips like honey from the hive
Sticky and golden and sweet
May I taste of it, as well?
Inferno, Purgatorio, Paradiso
So, it begins…
I don't dare hesitate
Nor shall I linger in uncertainty
Lest you deem me unworthy
And I will be forever lost in your vestibule of Hell
Call off your wicked stinging hornets, Master
I will decide! I will decide!
River of Acheron looms, endless
Come, ferryman
Hurry me along, lest I change my mind
The dagger's even keel haunts me
And calls to me
I am frightened
Shall I invoke the trappings of my conscience
And uncover my own mortal weaknesses?
Will I be held accountable?
Lust, I have known"'tis true
It has stood before me
And I tasted of its splendor
Great gusts of unquenchable desire
Quiet the tempest!
Seek me not
Has my belly not been full with gluttony?
Yes, it churned inside of me
And clawed its way to the top
Until I was sick with it
Spare my limbs, Cerberus!
Ease your pelting storm
Heavy are the weights of avarice; suffocating and binding
And pitted, like the hounds of hell,
Against its nemesis"prodigality
Dismal swamp, whom might you house?
Wrath fuels your blackened pits
Where the forsaken struggle against eternity
What say you, sinner?
Speak to me not, blasphemer
My ears shall not obey
Tomb of fire,
Encase me
Dare I utter an angry word
Alas, is there no end in sight?
What might I encounter next, friend,
In this, your fiendish mind?
Shall you see me dangle from the boughs of your twisted trees?
Hanging, gnarled and rotted
My fruit, a sour chord
Eternal fires…
I can bear no more!
There must be some reprieve
Tortured sinners
Repent! Repent!
Drive away your demons!
Arch Traitor, I fear you most of all
Sick, bulging eyes weep
Three-fold; tears of no remorse
Veils of shaded fury
Spew your venom
And your hate
Great gaping jaws of destruction
Devour these impenitent swine
Hellfire does not lick your flesh
Peeling away the layers of skin
So, to expose your charred remains
Vile and repulsive
No!
It is the frozen depths of Cocytus
That imprisons your evil frame
Icy breath grows, abundant,
When you spread your vulgar wings
You sit, miserable, lost in your own despair
Take me from this place, friend, for I have had my fill
My spirit is weighted, heavy, with the sins of man
This burden must be unleashed before I am driven mad
Quicken your pace to escape
Unnoticed
Despair follows, swiftly, at our heels
A path of stone brings freedom
Rejoice! Rejoice!
Fragrant breath drifts
Deep and sensuous
Beneath your tincture of heraldry
'Tis beauty that you inspire
Oh, fill me sweet night
I feel you gentle on my soul
Lift my waning heart, twilight goddess
For I have dwelled among ambivalence
Far too long
I come to you, now, eager for my atonement
And liberated of my faithlessness
Tides of exuberance engulf me
To live! To live!
© 2012 Lisa Verdon
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Pity me the down trodden your humble minion,want to enter your kingdom
I ve met you ,your words echo through my soul..I make a plea
Its my life went into disarray,even the gentle cloak of slumber
offers but bitter turmoil,images course through my dismal veins
and I am devoid of hope,traveling..lost ,to see the light once more
Would you journey with me,how much sin will you endure
Will I forever be lost in your hell..shall I uncover my mortal weakness
Lust I ve known ,it stood before me I tasted its splendor
Is there no end in sight ,what more shall I suffer
take me from this place my friend for I am over weighted
I dwelled among ambivalence far too long,now I come
eager for atonement,liberated and free ,to live ,to live
God what lovely description of hell and how it feels
and all the tries to get out of it ,seeking help..
I really loved this,you really did a great job here
wonderful write(I had to read this many times)
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Lisa VerdonGreenwich, NY
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