Image/ Francesca Woodman
Thanks, Tess, for the intrigue at Magpie Tales...
RENOUNCE
I cannot rip your womb
any more, Mother.
Another tear,
and all innocence
is lost forever.
Waiting in the deepening tide,
the ocean deceives me
with its melody,
as if life is an opera.
Venus chants her seduction,
knows the words
to thrust me on.
Can't I float back,
avoid gratitude to the giver,
renounce the life,
take away all praise?
But you're waiting
to show off the gift,
to see a new blaze
and how I burn.
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31 comments:
damn. one of my favs of the week so far...love the enviro message...that first stanza grips....love that you end on the burn....just great stuff...
Took my breath away. And with that photo -- man, what you were able to take from that! Great!
Hi Brian-
Wow, coming from you, how great is this? It seemed to have a life of its own..know what I mean? Thanks so much...
Hi dori-
The photo really did it for me..some kind of magic! Thank you!
You truly made sense of this for me, with a new destroyer wanting to renounce the birth but everything conspires to continue with things as they are. It may take this, again, like youth movements in other times I have known. Thank you for this Brilliant poem!
This is beautiful and powerful, Lyn. I had to read it out loud.
Hi Susan-
Thank you for your lovely comment..yes, we keep wanting to be born again, but the hesitancy, well...
Hi Tess-
Yes, there's something about reading aloud..does it for me! Thanks so much for what you provide...oh, muse of mine!!
Lynn,
I wonder if we deceive ourslves and when discovered it becomes too much to bear. Just a thought.
rel
Hi rel-
But bear it we do..thanks for deep thoughts!!
Francesca is taking us higher. So are you. Thank you.
Hi Christopher-
What a lovely thing to say..I take it to heart! Thank you..
I was compelled, Lyn, i felt i was being born to the real world , having decided to imagine soul cor the first time. I remebered a story of an Aussie businessman, a nasty , brute materialistic type who died and was resucitated and reported " there was nothing there " . He was a complete non entity, and it scared the crap out of him cor the rest of his life. No such fate is set to befall here, methinks
Hi Kutamun-
What an interesting tale! I'm sure he's able to accumulate some lessons along the way, but I'm an optimist after all..Thanks so much for your words...
Hi Dana-
Lovely..thanks!
so gorgeous and mythical,
i felt transported.
Hi Paige+Shauna-
Who could ask for more than this?? Thank you so much!
Poor, poor mother..... "I cannot rip your womb anymore", but oh my, we give it our best shot sometimes, don't we? We are seekers of comfort and not always eager to light those sparks. I love this poem Lyn, thank you for sharing it. =D
Hi Linda-
I really appreciate your insight..thanks so much for this comment...
This is very good. I love the Venus tie-in. Excellent poem.
Ahhh, beautiful and deep. Venus features in mine too!
Hi Toni-
Yes, for me Venus rising, born from the sea, is always powerful..thank you!
Hi Nicholas V.-
Great...thank you ...can't wait to meet your Venus!
That first line really grabs our attention. This is powerful stuff.
Hi Little Nell-
That photo really set me spinning...thanks a lot!
Hi christopher-
Just to let you know that I tried leaving a comment after reading your deeply tragic revelation..but my comp. can never do the word verification...losing a lot of comments these days!
I loved the added 'whump' to this one Lyn, bowled me over!
Hi Helena-
What a great response..thanks a lot!!
An absolute winner. What a delight!
Hi Bee-
So kind of you..I loved exploring this one..thank you!
wow. very good.
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