Calliope

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Splintered Fragments

I have no innocent illusions.     I only have deep voids.
                There's only delusions in my head.
Can you forgive my splintered fragments?     Can you calm my angry voice?
   Distract me with your itellectual intercourse
                     and watch me trip on philosophy like slippery rocks
                                      and then you'll see me as I really am.
                                                   Lost and Broken.
                     And ,there,you stand,           looking like the answer,
       Wanting to lick my salty tears and bandage my bleeding wounds
And at my core I tremble,         because all I could think ,    is you already know too much.

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Region, Country: New York, USA

Comments

professor

18 years ago

Form and surrender

So Lacy is that an X for your surrendered kiss? Or perhaps a pacman demon? lol. Only love would see you as you really are, philosophy and intellect would merely find the words to express what knowledge the heart had given up, wanting it to be found. There are deep questions and fears of discovery expressed in your poem Lacy but you convey the inevitable sense of one who knows the answers are already there staring you in the face and can no longer be held at arms length. A deeply personal poem but i enjoyed its honesty and raw, questioning tone. Your Proff

Pleides

18 years ago

Haunting write

I first read this earlier this morning and it lingered in my mind. If you were wondering how the structure of the poem came out....it worked very well on my screen and to my reading.The spaces underline the "splintered fragments" line very well. A very fine poem Poet, and as I said, it lingered in my mind. Thanks for posting it. Pleides

Calliope

18 years ago

Thank you both.

As always your comments are appreciated.Pleides,I'm glad you caught the structural meaning,and the fact that it lingered is high praise indeed.And my dear professor,you know me too well,this is very personal and as for honesty,well,if I can't be honest with myself when I write,then who can I be honest with. As always your teacher's pet, Lacy Where power corrupts,poetry cleanses.

Candlewitch

18 years ago

Lacy

I like the structure of your poem, I think it presented very well. You really laid yourself bare with this poem. I think we all have moments of insecurity and doubt. I can easily relate to this piece. Always, Cat

barbsdad2003

18 years ago

So refreshingly heartfelt, this ...

piece. I think on one level it's as if you're saying, "Keep your distance. If you come close, you may see those things about me that even I don't want to see or know." And then, if you can forgive me, I dare to alter an important pronoun: "Can I forgive my splintered fragments? Can I calm my angry voice?" There is much more, of course. This comes rich with honesty/intimacy. It rings true. Thanx, Chuck

Calliope

18 years ago

thank you both

always appreciated, Lacy, Where power corrupts,poetry cleanses.

themoonman

18 years ago

Hi Lacy..

love this poem.. ain't it funny how you always know when you've trusted the wrong one too much .. that's what I got out of it. I've been reading them wrong.. did I? Richard..

Calliope

18 years ago

interpretation is up to the reader

If thats what you got from it then thats what it is to you.there's a meaning for me and i'm sure every1 else as well,you have done nothing wrong ,moonman,only used that wonderful brain we all have in that big round thing on top of your neck ,you know the one,lol.... Lacy Where power corrupts,poetry cleanses.

whitetea

17 years 12 months ago

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I really like to see poetry thats moved around. This travels the way thoughts do, mine at least. Great work here.

Calliope

17 years 12 months ago

thank you

Yes my thoughts move too, but they are too fast for my hands to grab,if only i could catch them all then i'd have something... thanks again, Lacy, Where power corrupts,poetry cleanses.

orgami

17 years 11 months ago

in bitter depths

wind slips through darkness like light through a spiders web gleaming on thoughts and fancies flowing through leaf burdened limbs and gardens of nodding blossoms i can feel it through my window i know the voids the moving stones the great fear Love this poem open and explanetory a great late night enjoy for me o

Calliope

17 years 11 months ago

Your comments are always so beautiful.

Thank you so much.This is one of my favorites,and I'm glad you like it,O.Always a pleasure to get a comment from you. Lacy, Where power corrupts,poetry cleanses.