Waxen Wings

Waxen Wings

A Poem by David W Moore III

This one was writte in honor of and emulating Selene's walking with the gods prose poetic pieces. Excuse the rushed quality, I was stumped for an idea, had to do most of it during lunch to be on time

You were There 
in the beginning 
clouds in your eyes 
and stars falling from your head 
I was Whole and Parts 
and more than the sum of both 
and You were There 

I stood beside You 
with sunset hair 
wearing living rainbow vestments 
while I tried on Your gift, waxen wings 
and to the sky We rose 
with tambourine laughter 
all day and all night 
We truly Were 

Then You brought Them 
both of them insipid on the surface, 
but beneath, boiled failure and grandeur 
in a puerile stew 
and nothing was the same 

You were charmed 
even as they betrayed 
You were enthralled 
even as they warped Your words 
and You forgave 

Here I stand now, 
mere parts, not whole 
twilight hair hanging disheveled 
on melted glacier vestments 
my one possession, 
a pair of waxen wings 
that I stretch and flex 
prepping for the last flight 

At first I dance the wind to a forlorn dirge, 
slow sweeps passing inches from the ground 
but soon memory takes lead 
and I dance the Grand Waltz 
would that Your eyes would stray my way 
if I flew higher, then maybe... 

Looking down I watch them slaughter yet another 
and a tear falls from Your eye to flood the plains 
but You are beguiled 
I reach for a star 
and feel wetness on my back 
surely You weep for me 
but all that remains are empty sockets 
where wings once grew 
and the rush of air 

Would that my tears 
could flood the world for me to drown 
alas, not to be
And so I fall... 
And so I fall.

© 2011 David W Moore III

Author's Note

David W Moore III
Okay, I know I'm going to catch hell for this one (pun intended) I am not trying to go after Anyones beliefs here. But there are always two sides to every story.

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do you know what this reminds me of~ in part it takes me back to Shabola and Asrafel~ it's Dacian mythology with which I grew up with~ it tells an altogether different tale of the fall of Lucifer~ because yes there is always two sides to every story~there is this truth and that truth and somewhere between them is the TRUTH~ this is stunning work on a poetic level~ a deep driving soul shake on the deeper human levels~ I can't tell you just how much this piece of excruciatingly beautiful heartwork penetrates~I guess I'll jave to invent a word for the emotion it elicits . . . .

Posted 8 Years Ago

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So many unvarnished subtleties in this piece, expertly entwined.
Loved this.

Posted 7 Years Ago

whoa.....the fall of the "Bright Morning Star" from his perspective? Beguiled by mankind, God siding with man, despite his manipulation and cruelty at times? Hmmm.....Lucifer, not man(in the garden, at least,) was the beguiler, in my estimation of things. But creative, i love the waxen wings ( I presume he tried to fly too close to the sun) and the empty sockets when you were talking about God weeping in the line before (play on eye and wing sockets simultaneously). Ohhhh..a bit out of my comfort zone, sympathy for the devil himself, but masterfully written, nonetheless.

Posted 7 Years Ago

Oh, no. I'm experiencing the same feeling of catching hell. :/

Posted 8 Years Ago

Yeah, sure, right off i felt this was rushed.....geesh

I wish i could throw something like this together...maybe i need more pressure..lol

Posted 8 Years Ago

A beautiful rendition of an emotion lost beneath tides of rhythm that beat to a stuttering heart of misunderstandings, falling beneath the tail of a despair to find that failure is what defines you as you can no longer pick yourself, focusing so much on the pain below you around you, surrounding you that when the time comes to move on you find you have been submerged by what you knew to be wrong. A passionate tale that moves languidly beneath a pregnant moon of lies blotting out the stars.

Posted 8 Years Ago

Devils' Advocate?;>p

Posted 8 Years Ago

This amazing!!!! Good work!!

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Whoa. Damn, that was cool.
You've a way with words, clearly. :)
Great work as usual, interesting topic; thanks for sharing.

Posted 8 Years Ago

The poem's written with zest and power, grips attention, aims words like bullets into the mind; most of all there's beauty in your intentions, subject matter to some extent turned aside, the poet shines brilliantly, ' .. would that Your eyes would stray my way ~ if I flew higher, then maybe... ' And yes, two sides to every story, like it or not; however, this is a literary site not a theological one .. we can read or turn away. Fine, fine writing.

Posted 8 Years Ago

I always seem to be amazed by your works and the meaning entwined in each of them.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on May 30, 2011
Last Updated on June 1, 2011


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