Carving goddess

Carving goddess

A Poem by Tree
"

fingers hurt

"

Who can see your sadness?

Gentle being, are you a Seraph?


Ah, Archangel of all that is good----

why do you cry inside?


Eyes will not penetrate the armour

worn by Athena or the Roman’s version Minerva----

is that who you are?


A goddess?

That would explain the smile, 

your pleasure, it

blinds


and the goddess wants to know why----

I fear not her sword of war

and how I know of her quiet sadness?



I have stopped time.



and sat on the mountain of her gaze

gouging into its face the word:


PASSION



with my fingernails

© 2014 Tree


Author's Note

Tree
I don't know what this is




editing ain't fun
to keep my title I had to gouge out the word carve inside the body of the poem then inserted the word/ gouge


keep writing

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Why do the gentle weep? For all of the intentional cruelty displayed against all that is found to be too gentle for a faux "survival of the fittest" hedonistic culture, perhaps? Or maybe I am too cynical. Maybe, instead, I wil just say: The Time we are allotted is far too limited to live without Great Passion being a part of every single day." If there is nothing else than this; it would be to let starlight infuse you until you shone, too.

bendiciones.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Passion, tough emotion to pin down, forms come out ,waves,when you stop time to be introspective, your nails will hurt.and if you deal with a woman, there will be pain.

Posted 10 Years Ago



It takes more than eyes, to see inside of a woman... It takes love.
And a pause -- living in between moments. I wonder if that, is where quiet sadness is hidden. For to touch that deep inner space, requires patience, and not being afraid-- of digging into her, until your fingers hurt... Opening her up, with your Passion.

And I love how PASSION, is all in caps... It should be that way, when you find it...

Diego, this poem is so incredibly beautiful... It takes my breath away. The heavens themselves must look down, and wish that they, had a poem, from this poet...

Thank you, for sharing this piece of your heart,
HK

Posted 10 Years Ago


if you look hard enough the references to Athena is also the reference to strength and inspiration,
courage and strategy since she was the goddess of these qualities; and could this not also be
a vailed reference to the extreme univocal of poetry. And by univocal I mean all things beautiful
and unmittigated but having one universal meaning only?

"is that who you are
a goddess, that would
explain the smile,
your pleasure, it blinds."

Who's pleasure and who's smile but that of the poet, whowith unrequited pleasure, can untie
the lashing of.....

I think you might be trying to improve on wording, if that is what is meant by editing.
but there's no need.

well done sir....dana

Posted 10 Years Ago


please don't edit this at all, it is exquisite just as it is. When men actually fall in love, they become as kittens, once lions, the transformation hurts but with it comes such things as this poem that only a man once loved can write. oh many talented poets write beautiful sonnets, very few sonnets write a beautiful man.

Posted 10 Years Ago


I think you speak with both the soul of man, and of a man.
An admirable gift.
An eloquent piece of writing.

Posted 10 Years Ago


A very soft sublime feel to this poem, a state of natural inner peace if you will…. very nice one sir.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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