Savior

Soft spoken verse,
glides effortlessly,
like russian blood,
on concrete walls,
a 1917 love story.

To generously,
lose faith in one’s eyes,
indulgence,
still,
in shades of genesis,
or hellish compulsion,
will tear apart lovebirds,
on the willow trees.

Acceptance,
of the obscene,
along stained glass in the chapel,

will make you my savior,

forever!

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

1917, the year of the Russian revolution. I am fast forwarding and thinking of Putin and hoping his own people will see him for what he truly is. The prayers in the Chapel, so many praying for peace for those poor people whose lives have been totally wrecked. Putin is a war criminal. That's where you took me lovelymarina. Good to read a post from you.

Chris

[lovelymarina]

Absolutely loved seeing your interpretation of the poem. Thank you for your kind words, Chris... Nice to hear from you as always.

Much love,

Marina :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is a soft-spoken way to express anguish and sadness over what is happening in our world today.
How can a leader be so demented...? so obscene with his actions...
we pray in the chapel for peace to come...but instead....the life of those poor people is just totally torn apart.
there needs to be a genesis, a new beginning.

Why now reviews on this piece?
It is so meaningful, so expressive....so understanding.

j.

[lovelymarina]

A new beginning we all need... I liked your analysis. Thank you for the new perspective & interpretation of my writing. And, as always, thank you for your kind review and words.

Sending you lots of love!

Marina