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Author Name: FreeBlueyd553 14 Comments
Date Added: November 13, 2006 23:11:00 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Pillar of Salt
Pillar of Salt
 
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Pillar of salt?

Not likely!

Youth robbed by consent,

you held me in your grasp

along all those crooked paths we wandered.

I followed, because that

was what I was supposed to do;

every grape of hope

was spirit crushed.

I can still hear

your cryptic tongue

conjure up glory, but

the juice of your lips

tainted me

forever.

Now I walk a nameless street

and drink a wine of inconceivable freedom

and I make it my own.

Drunkenness never overcomes me;

Emancipation

I never knew before now.

You are gone,

having slipped

through silver clouds of insanity,

piercing heavenís sanctuary

leaving only a crack of light to see.

For me

only reality remains

and most times

it is rarely perceived.
 
 
 
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Comments:
Comment By: FreeLinda Jo on September 11, 2010 11:36:44 PM Report
this is a deeply emotional poem for me...I read it several times and can't seem to picture the person who held you in bonds as going to heaven...the bible condemns a husband for treating his wife in a treacherous way.   Perhaps the "piercing heaven's sanctuary, leaving only a crack of light to see" refers to a heavenly judgement...and being left in spiritual darkness.  So glad to see you got your freedom...sweet isn't it?  Walking a nameless street is better than walking the broad road with pain added to it...great piece to contemplate here, Cindy
Comment By: FreeGlata on September 1, 2010 10:20:52 AM Report
Amazing how "religion" can become a prison, isn't it??? Where does it say in the Bible that one has total control over another just because they married? Glad that you're now free of that stifling nature. I see a renewing of your spirit in a freedom unlike any you've ever been able to experience.

Hate that it took something like what sounds like a death to free you...but I am glad you're free to be yourself now.

When "religion" is used this way it's enough to make a person want to turn against everything they've had shoved down their throats...and to even consider turning against God to a point.

Hugs...Glata

Comment By: FreeTristan on July 14, 2010 09:53:01 AM Report
A powerful exposure of a darkened memory that the past can hold...  that can keep us in its grip unless we can break free.  To throw back the shroud of security that anonymity and tell the world who we are -- when we know... and, as we grow...  to be free to change and become more than we would have remained... there -- in the darkened corners of Reality where we can only exist.  Tristan 
Comment By: Freejohn carter on March 15, 2008 06:33:22 PM Report
You have a poetical grace you place so softly on the reader and i enjoy your work so much.

                                                        John

Comment By: FreeRoger Bacon on November 27, 2006 07:40:09 PM Report
'every grape of hope was spirit crushed'.  Like the parallelism and the multiple meanings of spirit that work well here in this.  Amazing poetry Cindyloo. 
Comment By: FreeAlison Storm Wolf on November 19, 2006 12:54:42 AM Report
yeah bring on the wine thats what I say!!!

 

Joking apart Cindy...you have a raw power of expression in you that's very refreshing, engaging but most importantly of all soul enhancing

 

Ali x

Comment By: PremiumJoe McNinney on November 17, 2006 10:18:38 PM Report
I'm with Len here, it's the first thing I thought of too. Terrific write Cindy, Joe
Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on November 16, 2006 11:34:23 PM Report
There's got to be a story behind this..Shades of Sodom!!...This is beautifully put together, Cindy..Strong emotional statement...len
Comment By: FreeTessa on November 16, 2006 11:22:46 PM Report
You continue to amaze me .

Tessa

Comment By: TrialAnn on November 14, 2006 09:26:26 PM Report
Wonderful use of metaphor and wow you really carried the idea through with elegance. Great job.


Comment By: ModeratorHenry M. on November 14, 2006 06:37:08 AM Report
Very deep and thought provoking write Cindy, you seem to be purging yourself of something that left you with the taste of bitterness ande although the ending appears to be upbeat, you still seem to be finding your way. This is a great write Cindy, an outpouring of emotion. I truly hope that you are okay and that inner peace is within your grasp.   Henry
Comment By: FreeGraham Jones on November 14, 2006 05:41:20 AM Report
An excellent write Cindy, and I'm glad you broke free and found the freedom you so rightly deserve,this has such depth of feeling,a pleasure to read.
Comment By: PremiumDavid Turner on November 14, 2006 03:26:56 AM Report
This feels profoundly sorrowful Cheryl especially the almost upbeat ending. Clever stuff the crushed grapes of hope becoming the wine of  freedom.

 

 

Warm Wishes,

 

David

Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on November 14, 2006 01:52:42 AM Report

What deep thoughts. It sounds as if you followed someone you shouldn't have but broke free after his death. I felt a bit better about that but the ending still left a taste of "Sour Grapes" in my mouth. (Which I thought would also make a good title for this poem...lol) I was surprised this person made it to heaven. If I've got this all wrong...just come over and pelt me with snowballs.

~Barbara~ *hearing the gears turning...ever slow slowly*


 






 


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