Mi Revolucion es en Mi Corazon

Mi Revolucion es en Mi Corazon

A Poem by Michael Handel
"

?????? This just happened!!!!!!! I don't know, I'll concede to any assertion that this may be..stupid? I'm not sure of this yet. I'm just trying to experiment with new things I suppose.

"

 

Surrender myself to false prophets,

recommended to me, by one, one day

in Autumn, several years before I was

fathered

 

"Never!" I replied heartily, happily, as I

transformed from savage beast into

lover of self, one day in Autumn, long

before I had a mother

 

Many Autumn days spent in mirrors,

lusting for July's carnal invitation,

many Viva La revolucion's howled

into someone elses mirror--I'd imagined

my face committing, as I sat naked,

destroyed, soaked in the spittle of

false prophets and lesser gods,

one day in Autumn

 

An invitation I found, found I, to enter

the parade of mutineers with fists extended,

"Never!" A refusal, drooled from upper lip of mine

"I dance alone!" my palms pressed flatly

on the pavement between mutineer's feet,

"and not yet, is it July", one day,

in Autumn

© 2008 Michael Handel


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"The Revolution is in My Heart"

"Many Autumn days spent in mirrors,"

Those "mirrors"... tricky aren't they?

Is your birthday in July? That would be cool if it were... That's sort of how I interpret this ...
"lusting for July's carnal invitation,"

I was going to say that birth isn't really an invitation but, more of a demand made upon us. After all, we don't really get a choice on that one do we? Then you write...

"An invitation I found, found I, to enter
the parade of mutineers with fists extended," .... and all I can see in my mind is a bunch of red, squalling, babies waving their little fists shouting "Never" while the Dr.'s wipe their messy little faces....

I don't know, it must be a woman thing?

So much of life is arbitrarily confusing... I think it's only proper to turn the tables on it. No better place to do that, than with poetry... wouldn't be the same if all of it made sense... what would we contemplate then? The weather, or the current election? Is there any scarier thought, hmmm... yes but, that is another discussion.

Love this

Kristina





Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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"The Revolution is in My Heart"

"Many Autumn days spent in mirrors,"

Those "mirrors"... tricky aren't they?

Is your birthday in July? That would be cool if it were... That's sort of how I interpret this ...
"lusting for July's carnal invitation,"

I was going to say that birth isn't really an invitation but, more of a demand made upon us. After all, we don't really get a choice on that one do we? Then you write...

"An invitation I found, found I, to enter
the parade of mutineers with fists extended," .... and all I can see in my mind is a bunch of red, squalling, babies waving their little fists shouting "Never" while the Dr.'s wipe their messy little faces....

I don't know, it must be a woman thing?

So much of life is arbitrarily confusing... I think it's only proper to turn the tables on it. No better place to do that, than with poetry... wouldn't be the same if all of it made sense... what would we contemplate then? The weather, or the current election? Is there any scarier thought, hmmm... yes but, that is another discussion.

Love this

Kristina





Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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I enjoyed this, but I can't quite make sense of it, even after two readings. Perhaps it isn't mean to have sense made of it.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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