Trev writing to write because he must. Translated from the original Hynerian.
I bear my chest
broad and bowed
smooth of skin
nipples erect in the cold
My pecs look as marble
polished slabs
statue worthy
made of hands not my own
These words I write
this vision I've painted
is not mine
but yours
for what you saw
for the life of me
I cannot
It was your hope
and your dreams
and your words
that animated my life
that held back the demons
that protected me
from myself
You know where I am going
for you know where I was
and without you to stand guard
I am but one against the horde
Can you hear my cries?
Feel the sting of the whip
upon my youthful flesh?
I render unto you
what your absence has sown
Buried alive
not quite dead
for suffering is not so kind
and debt must be paid
blood as coin
flesh as tender
A Reading of Blood as Coin
10 comments:
"These words I write
this vision I've painted
is not mine
but yours
for what you saw
for the life of me
I cannot..."
That's my favorite part. I often sit and contemplate how our perception of others can be so incredibly different than they see themselves. Is it because we don't truly know who they are...is it because we only know the part of them they allow us to see, or is is because they do not see themselves through unbiased eyes.
I have a close friend who I see with such admiration, warm love, and respect and he doesn't see how I can see all of the wonderful inside of him, and he never feels like he deserves to be seen that way. The complexities of perception vs. truth--I think maybe that's too much for a simple blog comment. ;)
--snow
Snow, I ask myself the same question every day. I have no answers other than to know what is said and what is heard is as cow to horse and if I want to get to town, I better know the difference. :-D
Well, this one in particular moved something in my heart.
I guess right if I can quote this crediting the author?
Cristian, you have my permission, with attribution, to quote. I am very flattered. Thank you for the sincere compliment. :-)
this is so well written I am intimidated to comment!
Meleah you flatter me; and I like it. :-D
Merry Christmas to you and yours. Wishing you much joy and happiness. :-)
Men seeking someone to blame, blame each other
Not mine but yours...we all say that sometime in our lives :D
I've done my share. Of that I don't deny.
I absolutly love snowelf's comment. It is spot on.
Where else but in poetry do we see the full drama that can exist within. In poetry is right what in prose might seem theatrical. I love the demonstrative language that he uses in those first lines, as though staging himself, exhibiting himself, as as any work of creation on display, impression, estimation is something personal to the individual viewing. This is one of his most revealing poems, expressive, upfront. To come alive when with another, not uncommon, special, but not uncommon, but very much more poignant learning of the darkness from which he came and has been returned to.
that held back the demons - that protected me - from myself
A poem to be studied, in depth, for all the reasons that they are.
You know where I am going
for you know where I was, along with the many other reasons, there is something about these lines that highlight the 'was', make it seem off-centre, about to tumble, to plunge, it sounds foreign in the mouth, untasted, as though this is the first time one is saying it - I do not why it should be so, but it is, and it makes this sentence still more. A truly great piece of writing, hope to come back to all these poems over the next days.
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