The Rhapsody of Muteness

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The Rhapsody of Muteness

Postby AsphodelElysium » Wed May 09, 2007 11:44 am

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.
"Let me not wander in a barren dream,
But, when I am consumed in the fire,
Give me new Phoenix wings to fly at my desire."
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Postby Saturn » Wed May 09, 2007 12:32 pm

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.
"Oh what a misery it is to have an intellect in splints".
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Postby AsphodelElysium » Thu May 10, 2007 12:39 am

Thank you for the compliments and please accept my apologies that you have had to be acquainted also with that horrible feeling.
"Let me not wander in a barren dream,
But, when I am consumed in the fire,
Give me new Phoenix wings to fly at my desire."
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Postby Saturn » Thu May 10, 2007 9:41 am

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.
"Oh what a misery it is to have an intellect in splints".
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Postby dks » Fri May 11, 2007 6:04 pm

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...
"I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections and the Truth of Imagination."
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Postby AsphodelElysium » Sun May 13, 2007 3:36 am

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.
"Let me not wander in a barren dream,
But, when I am consumed in the fire,
Give me new Phoenix wings to fly at my desire."
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