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The Rhapsody of Muteness

PostPosted: Wed May 09, 2007 11:44 am
by AsphodelElysium
This is one poem of many that was inspired by "the god of my idolatry." I'm not in a position, and never will be, to ever tell him the exact depth of feeling I have, though, I suspect he knows. In any case, the only bearing any of that has here is that a theme of sorts has developed in some of poems, so if some of them sound like they are about the same person, they probably are.

This is also a couple of years old, as well. Forgive me, I'll post something newer when I have the inspiration.


The Rhapsody of Muteness

There is a fluttering against my breast.
I imagine its brown, leather bindings
and creamy gilded pages, filled with words,
feelings, and fantasies
I want to share with you.
Its delicate, white, cherub
wings beat incessantly
trying to find a way out between my ribs.
Saline has not dissolved the covers
nor will pain furrow those leaves.
I’ve trapped that book and all its admiration
with common sense and fears,
kept it hidden safely near my heart.
The only gift I have to offer
is one that would be fed to the hearth.
It would be murder, to sacrifice, to burn
something so alive.
I feel it trying to wing its
way up my throat to my mouth.
I swallow it down, once again.

PostPosted: Wed May 09, 2007 12:32 pm
by Saturn
I love that title and what you are trying to describe all too well AsphodelElysium...that indescribable lump that sticks in the throat, the choking sensation of not being able to articulate your deepest feelings.

PostPosted: Thu May 10, 2007 12:39 am
by AsphodelElysium
Thank you for the compliments and please accept my apologies that you have had to be acquainted also with that horrible feeling.

PostPosted: Thu May 10, 2007 9:41 am
by Saturn
Hey I live with that feeling every day, its my closest acquaintance.

My poems are testament to that, they're not fiction you know, the feelings are real.

PostPosted: Fri May 11, 2007 6:04 pm
by dks
Beautiful imagery, AE.

I love this:

I imagine its brown, leather bindings
and creamy gilded pages, filled with words,
feelings, and fantasies
I want to share with you.
Its delicate, white, cherub
wings beat incessantly
trying to find a way out between my ribs.


Tastes so nice...all your b's and S's...and the double metaphor here contrasting even in color--an old bound book and a baby angel...the dusty brown and stark white--quite lovely...these images help render the feelings associated with your overall theme--love and fear (another great poet we both know also depicts this as words or protestations and calls them "bitter pills")...the contrast of restraining emotional anxiety and exhilirating beauty is ferried so nicely and breezily...bravo...

PostPosted: Sun May 13, 2007 3:36 am
by AsphodelElysium
Tastes so nice...all your b's and S's...and the double metaphor here contrasting even in color--an old bound book and a baby angel...the dusty brown and stark white--quite lovely...these images help render the feelings associated with your overall theme--love and fear (another great poet we both know also depicts this as words or protestations and calls them "bitter pills")...the contrast of restraining emotional anxiety and exhilirating beauty is ferried so nicely and breezily...bravo...


Thank you so much, Denise. :oops: But your praise, which has a poetic ring in and of itself, far outdoes my poor poem. My thanks again. :)

Hey I live with that feeling every day, its my closest acquaintance.

My poems are testament to that, they're not fiction you know, the feelings are real.


I had absolutely no doubts.