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fallen into night’s embrace
held down by dark shadows
I writhe in the arms of nightmare
would that I could rise
into the light of dawn’s nod
but I’m flesh, weak, consumed by flesh
purity laid raw entangled in my sin
skin to skin with my obsession
restrained to roil in my transgression
but soon the light of morne
will fold itself upon me pardoned
oh pray I not be too far drawn asunder
~ ~ ~
rob kistner © 2012
Lovely!!!
Profound!
Oh, this got very dark in S3. Quite profound words Rob.
There’s something haunting to these words… Very touching. I like it! *smile*
Lovely, dark and deep, a
perfect poetic response to the
image prompt. Love the line:
/skin to skin with my obsession/.
And it is fitting that the dawn
arrives as savior.
I had a similar take, a dream not a nightmare. Already have too many of those:) Ah, yes, the flesh is weak. Of course, would we have it any other way? A good take on the prompt.
You got me with the first line. A beautiful write!
You write so well…this is wonderful. That first stanza is still with me…
flesh consumed by flesh, and we our obsessions…this is def smooth man
This is a wonderful contrast to the jell-O last week but every bit as expressive, one poem to the other. Thank you for the depth and quality of your thoughts and for sharing.
Lovely piece… I really like the 2nd stanza and the title.
nicely done Rob…dark and deep..thanks for this
Lovely write!
Love this interpretation, Rob.
These are my favorites:
“I writhe in the arms of nightmare”
flesh consumed by flesh … nice
“skin to skin with my obsession”
holy moly- good write!
I love your style .. you never fail to intrigue me. (PS, is there any way you could increase the font size on your posts? My 70 year old eyes work in overdrive here.)
Hi Helen — I have the font size already enlarged. If you look at the font of the actual lines of poetry and compare it to the “rob kistner © 2012” that you see at the end of each of my poems, you will see that the actual lines of the poetry are twice as large.
If that isn’t large enough, and you use a MAC computer, just hold down the “command” key while you tap the “+” key in the upper right corner of the keyboard as often as you’d like, it will make it larger, and tapping the “-” key next to the “+” key while holding the “command” key makes the font smaller again.
If you use a PC with Windows you can learn how to do the same thing by going here>> http://www.microsoft.com/athome/setup/magnify.aspx
Hope that helps…
Thanks again … worked like a charm.
I love this – The mercy of forgiveness new every morning. Peace, Linda
Like how you remained a bit mystic and then got a bit more eerie near the end, nicely done!
very raw… great write!
WHERE THE HELL IS THE “THIS IS THE MOST FREAKINGLY AWESOME POEM I’VE READ TODAY” BUTTON????????????
WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Love it!!!!!!!!
strong..flesh consumed by flesh…all too often…in a way we do exactly this..
nice interpretation
haunting suppleness
Ooh, very dark and very true. Love it!
Wow.
This is profound.
I love the darkness… it’s haunting.
Your words have completely mesmerized me.
Wonderful write, Rob. I really enjoyed this one!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/02/14/i-cant-do-this-anymore/
So true that each mornings sun finds forgiveness for all…… And that each day begins with a new breath… Rob this is by far my favorite poem of yours… Very well done!
This spoke to me about the dark side of love. The power of passion and how sometimes it can be a dangerous force (sin). The 3rd stanza really ramped up the intensity- flesh consumed by flesh.
Nice…I love “skin to skin with my obsession”…
I love the tangible nature of your poem! I love your language, and the spiritual aspect of your work. Thanks for this!!!
‘skin to skin with my obsession’ – has a great ring to it.
Dear Rob: Wow~! “Entangled in my skin” how we have this weight that seems to weigh us down no matter how much weight we have~we are measured, rather, in days and hours.
Hi Jane – thanks for visiting and commenting… 🙂 …the line was actually “entangled in my sin” but you got the gist of the line… 🙂
Interesting poem. Since I reject the idea of original sin and the “fallen” nature of humankind, I had a dream of suffering once on “Good Friday.” I writhed through the night and the message seemed to be that although I was born innocent, if I rejected redemption by a “savior” I would have to suffer and redeem myself. I did. And then I awoke to a new day. Thanks for this one!
Charles – in this poem, for me, sin has nothing to do with a ‘religious’ connotation. I am using it metaphorically, even satirically, to address our baser human drives and needs. This includes our shortcomings, our uncontrolled obsessions with anything to do with our flesh, our perceived weaknesses of spirit — and how the light of day often ‘delivers’ us from our wrestling through the night with our ‘animal’ nature. I am not necessarily trying to apply a right or wrong ethic to the struggle, simply holding up the struggle to look at it. I am agnostic, so this is the perspective from which I observe life…
Waking up always disappoints.
Rob, as usual an excellent write from you. Certainly captures that nightmare wrestle with ourselves.
On another topic, I have a question about your blog site but I can’t find you e-mail address here to contact you. How do you make or capture the little pictures you are using for the writing and poetry prompt sites? Please respond in e-mail. Peggan@aol.com
I enjoyed the darkness of this poem and then the briefest moment of hope that leads us into the light.