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Author Name: Freebluefish 3 Comments
Date Added: December 15, 2005 20:12:48 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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counting ribs

my desire

is empty now…

as the moon looms

high and full…

 

my passion is empty

like the dried leaves

that tussle against

the window panes.

 

why can i not

awaken the flesh

for it slumbers

in   cold  newness

my sinews  realign awkward

the most

curious misspellings i offer

for relief does not swarm

in my misdeeds or make

the letters of my soul indelible…

 

space and time seems to stretch

once i was different

i could share my body

but now my skin

seems taut

and covers the most

ridiculous of monkeys.

my navel always to remind

me of the great circle.

a geometry that tells  me

i shall always be and outsider…

 

i cannot do anything

but crawl into the  basement

of my self worth

but always

i find the room too narrow….

for my intentions

are not plump

and i always count the ribs

for my needs are too embarrassing….

so the season lets me count

the candles that might have been…..

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Comment By: FreeWide Awake on February 22, 2011 11:01:49 AM Report


My son, information collector extraordinaire, told me recently,

that man is growing back the rib that God had removed from Adam.



He told me that man has always had one less rib than woman…



Proof that God removed one from Adam long ago?



Sad statement it is then….that he’s now growing it back!!!



Pamela




 



I hope you won’t consider this robbery…I co-wrote a poem today without you! :o)



Here’s the offspring of the endeavor:



HEAVEN AND EARTH




 



I




 



The Kingdom of Heaven

draws near in my sight.



~The Woman Divinely~

garbed in linens white



pours forth golden honey

soft rays from the moon.




 



The Kingdom of Heaven!

The blushing Bride loom!




 



The Kingdom of Heaven

shuns Vanity’s passions.



The Woman Divinely,

garbed in Spirit’s fashion



pours forth golden honey

pure rays on soul’s pane!



The Kingdom of Heaven

roots tare from the grain!






(Let the flesh desires sleep ~ so His Spirit, may tares reap)




 




 



II






A stranger and pilgrim

beneath the new moon

I reach for the hem of,

Her raiments, to loose,

my soul’s every error;

misdeeds she removes.



The blushing Bride, dressed,

in His stripes and His bruise.






Time to new pilgrims

an unwelcomed guest.

In Her grace, timeless

my patience takes rest

recusing it’s strivings

~in Words they invest.






And virtuous purity’s

blushing Brides dress!








III



Rains of honor I’ve received.

tarries never sorrows grieved



I am humbled in their wakes,

finding comfort in the breaks.



Angels of the Seed have served:

and who am I…but undeserved?

To a navel’s depth I’m chained!

To my tongue I grow estranged!



Often doing what I loathe to do

I loathe the untame evil shrew!

The finest bit bereaves my hope

tongue and word unruled elope!






But when I shamefully confide,



the Lord is comfort at my side.



In my womb of flesh and bone;

He counts the ribs I duly moan.



(For humbled, contrite souls…He loves)








IV






Oh my God who knows my heart

wipe slates clean and let me start,

my new birth within your womb,



For I’ve hewn…a hopeless tomb!



From the housetops, let me fall,

in dank gallows make me crawl.





For when fleshes rib I count~

When my navel starts to pout~

When I’m broken in my lack~



And my jaw is weak and slack;






then shall

YOU



seep through armoured walls,

into marrows flesh that weep

as my contrite groaning calls,

in my humblest prisons keep!


 





This poetic piece was inspired:



by a vision granted to me

of the Kingdom of Heaven

PRAISE GOD!



&



Andrew Rymill’s

poetic endeavor

entitled

”Counting Ribs”



I thank my God also

for people like these,

who have left indellible gifts in my heart



”In the beginning…God made the heavens and the earth”

Genesis 1:1


Comment By: FreeHeike on December 16, 2005 01:22:31 PM Report
A stunning poem, to me, it speaks of regret and self-doubt. You should be aware that geniuses have always been outsiders ;-).
~Heike
Comment By: FreeMoon Fairy on December 15, 2005 08:26:37 PM Report
Andrew~
Hauntingly beautiful write.
You shouldn't be embarrassed about your needs,its human nature..we all feel at times if people really knew how we felt we wouldnt be accepted and that makes us feel like a stranger,even amongst friends.
Sorry..rambling. Very good post!
(*Moon~




 


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