paradiso

paradiso

A Poem by Lady Lazarus.



betook 
to the loneliness
this little prince
made of gold
maybe the calling....will come

the fixed stars
too slow to smile
dance round the boy
settle the child within
maybe the calling...will come

the most courteous lady
made the fear fly free
 bliss in his eyes
kissed feet in moss
maybe the calling...will come


seeds in her chest
 rooted and bloomed
tangled round  oak
the clinging cries
maybe the calling...will come

maybe the calling
that the muted pursuit
maybe the call
can't be heard....
....cant...
can't be heard at all





© 2010 Lady Lazarus.


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I could have read this in a Humanities course, for a class of poets to guess the meaning of. Wonderful use of words and images.

Posted 9 Years Ago


reminds me of Sylvia's Lady Lazarus
''i guess you could say i've a call''..but no,here the image is of rather an innocent princess..

Posted 9 Years Ago


this is fantastic and I am jealous
you continue to amaze
the image goes well too

Posted 9 Years Ago


it really pisses me off that you're so smart...

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Lady Lazarus.
Lady Lazarus.

glasgow, United Kingdom



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'...And I picked on the whims of a thousand or more Still pursuing the path that's been buried for years All the dead wood from jungles and cities on fire Can't replace or relate, can't release or .. more..

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