Summoned by the goddess

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Summoned by the goddess

Postby Saturn » Thu Sep 07, 2006 10:16 am

I'm in a Grecian mood this morning, influenced by reading of those ancinet pagan cults and rituals which seem like a world apart when my own only religion is love and to her, my love, ever present in my own devotions, I offer this poem.

Summoned by the goddess

Summoned by the goddess
I come, willingly and pious,
To attend on your train.
A moveable feast; unknown
The procession I tread.
Antiquity never framed
A diety quite like you.

Your pronouncements
Are obscure; guesswork
Cannot fathom them.
Yet each is graven,
Carved monumental,
Devotions inscribed
On my joyful heart.

If I could sing, paeans
I would offer to the air,
Praising your beauty.
Scarifices daily I give,
Worship in thoughts.
For prodigies I search,
Signs of your favour
In the sky above me.
Offerings I donate
To appease you now
With hopes, dreams,
Fond desire of epiphany.

You dip a toe into my world
Footprints across the sand
The marks visible to me,
I interpret a hundred ways
None of them the same.

Your oracle begins to fade,
I hear your call less each day,
Not for lack of piety or love.
Alone I will minister to you,
Preserve your rites intact;
The sole worshipper
Against a whole theology
Of scepticism and doubt
I will continue to bow,
Fast, and do all religion
Requires to faithfully uphold
My one true goodess divine.
With my very last breath
I'll utter your sacred name
And beg for your mercy.
__________

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great poem

Postby jamiano » Thu Sep 07, 2006 4:34 pm

I enjoy this poem. Especially the lines:

Yet each is is graven,
Carved monumental,
Devotions inscribed
On my joyful heart.


peace to love,



jamiano

p.s. This poem echoes of the Shakespearean world. Joyful heart; a cute coupling...
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Postby AhDistinctly » Thu Sep 07, 2006 6:02 pm

My favorite lines:

Saturn wrote:You dip a toe into my world
Footprints across the sand
The marks visible to me,
I interpret a hundred ways
None of them the same.


An act so simple – just movement, toes in the sand – yet so profound to the enamored one. It reminds me of two friends of mine – one searching for the meaning and possibilities in the connection he felt with the girl when she smiled at him when I introduced them – and the other, not even realizing she had smiled.

And now a few moments of rambling as I acknowledge jamiano’s comment.

jamiano wrote:This poem echoes of the Shakespearean world.

I think I agree with you, jamaino, about the feel invoked by Saturn’s poem, although I think it would be more typical to name the goddess (she is Aphrodite, she is the Sun, etc.) and have those attributes act as metaphor for the actual person. Here it seems that the person has become the metaphor and the goddess is real -- although I’m not sure if the speaker is supposed to be aware of it.

Anyone / anything that is the focus of ardent attention becomes more than what it is – whether a beloved becomes your goddess or (and this is my own addition to the thought, not a part of the poem) a church becomes your religion. A person is just a person and a church is just a building with people in it – unless you elevate the person or thing to something more.

I warned you I would ramble. :oops:
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Postby Saturn » Thu Sep 07, 2006 9:53 pm

I do tend to get carried away in my obsessions :oops:

The person in question would probably laugh her head clean off if she knew I had written this :?
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Postby dks » Fri Sep 08, 2006 7:00 pm

Because I've been away busy and have not been able to post as much, I've had the misfortune of missing this gem of verse when it was freshly imparted. My explication and musings will seem like a teetering attempt to catch up. Let me assure you: it is not.

I especially love these lines:

You dip a toe into my world
Footprints across the sand
The marks visible to me,
I interpret a hundred ways
None of them the same.


I love--and I mean love when any poem offers a sea-surge of emotion, then ever so gingerly delivers an exhaling of residual feeling...you call upon her mightily, exposing your intense devotion, an ironwork frame of tone--then you deliver the above stanza, tenderly, with obvious care--that silver trace of softness--it is a trademark Stephen element--one of the aspects of your poetry I particulary love and gravitate toward.

I hope I showcased an appropriate and adequate amount of restraint, good man, as I know you hate when I gush.

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