THE POET�S SOLILIQUY IN C MAJOR

A Poet's Love, pure, unselfish and eternal!

I SPEAK TO YOU LOVE

 

 

THE POET’S SOLILIQUY IN C MAJOR

 

 

Do thou embrace?

This wayward flesh?

Tis but the single flap of a butterfly’s wings

Eternity

Frozen...

Do not fear the Gods

For I hath supped with them

And sung your praises.

For I have stolen Apollo’s lyre

Sweet Aphrodite smiles at my

Art

I have made the flight of Artemis’s arrow true.

All

And more

I have done for you.

 

Prometheus smiles at my hubris

I was with him

And whispered the

Gift to his ear.

Sisyphus labors

For me.

 

I have given you this moment

To share with who you

LOVE.

Know that

When you next dance passion’s tangled maelstrom

It is I who plays the lyre

It is I who scripts the play

Love

Walk upon this day

And KNOW

I have done battle

And wrestled long

With that which would

Hurt

You.

 

Clutch not at thy mortality

Tis a framed and useless construct.

Dry thy tears

Upon this parched earth

And walk free

It is my gift

To

You.

 

Oddpoet

 

 

Reviews

[Mr Whiskers]

Um, i didnt think poetry had a "bad name", just a few less than interested readers who dont know what to take from it unless a text book tells them so....but that might just be me.
Odd, I think this is a great poem. The imagery was effective in bringing the 'ends of the earth' efforts into view. Besides, everything we do is both selfish and unselfish, bc it all has neg and pos effects. The dominant is definitely unselfish here, "I would do anything for love"
Great write!

[Oddpoet]

It is called poetic license my friend. And if one would look closely upon the piece and not be blinded by inherent prejudices one "Might" understand: that said protagonist goes to any length and does "anything" even supernatural feats that are well.....impossible.... to save his love.

By the way here is $5.00 buy yourself an imagination. LOL

Thank you for reading and commenting.

[Alex McFadyen]

Unselfish? You call that unselfish? As long as selfish has nothing to do with incredibly conceited.
"Do not fear the Gods

For I hath supped with them"

"Sisyphus labors

For me."

"When you next dance passion's tangled maelstrom

It is I who plays the lyre

It is I who scripts the play"

It is people like you who give poetry it's bad name. GRRR!