Monday, January 14, 2013

Heaven Used To Be Her Playground


How can I compare?
When you’re used to the eyes in a Deity’s stare

How can I exist?
         When you’re used to the kiss from a God’s lips

How can I begin?
         When you’re used to the words of cherubim

How can I believe?
         When you’re used to the promise of eternity

How can I sate?
         When you’re used to ambrosia on your plate

How can I trust?
         When the Gods could not satisfy your lust

Heaven was your playground
         On cirrus fields you’d chase
Heaven was your playground
         In lakes of mead you’d bathe
There wasn’t pain; there wasn’t shame
There was always light; it was never night
         Whereas here, it cannot be said the same,
                                    It cannot be said the same

5 comments:

  1. comparison only leads to pain....the feelings of inadequacy though come through and are palpable...i wonder thoguh if its all in our head though and only a matter of perspective...

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  2. More to one as the pedestal is urely built up, but that also leaves a long way to fall as well. Liked to use of the mythical type words too.

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  3. Feels sad to declare oneself 'out of someone's league'/the pedestal complex, but it's written into the Human Condition and you explicate it well here.

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  4. Good rhymes. I imagine one thinking these thoughts to himself as he watches a heavenly being. It almost feels like something's about happen to the one addressed in the final stanza, that will cause a lost of innocence. The ending with the two same line interestingly seems to emphasize the point they are making.

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  5. A very interesting creative take on a love poem. And yet the object of lve has a slightly sinister side too--with the lack of trustworthiness. The poem gives a very vivid psychological picture of a relationship. K.

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