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Date Added: September 11, 2009 10:09:20 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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The Prophecy Of Desserts

Sometimes

there is always a snake

to suggest to you an apple.

 

It must be something

you want to taste

like a secret buried deep

in the mountains

of a book.

 
Somewhere where a secret chapter resides

 undetected between the other chapters

 

Somewhere

to touch the corner

of a lover’s lips,

or a curve you cannot speak

but can only join.

 

The snake is very contentious

to show you things

you do not own

and so in showing

awakens

the shadows of the seeds

that in you lead

to the prophecy of desserts.

For desire always

rescinds the roots of will.

 

Sometimes

there is always a snake

to suggest to you an apple
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Comment By: FreeWide Awake on January 29, 2011 10:49:46 AM Report


funny I read this one after pouring out my heart to you in your other poem "abandons”…………I guess you are the apple of my eye then…

Hugs~



I love you even if you never talk to me again

even as I am full of heartache and regret

even if you don’t feel the same way

shrugs

as India would say….”what can I say?”



After I posted my response…I went home and fulfilled prophecy

food always seems like a good way to ease hurt and woe…

  But it’s just a bandaid to cover up a bleeding wound that refuses to heal.



Actually…your not exactly an apple, Andrew

I don’t feel there’s anything WRONG with my feelings for you

…they’re pure and good and sincere…

you’re not married…I’m not married.

  And the fact that I WOULD marry you

seems to make it all alright in my new book.



Millions could try

but only you would succeed in that area. 



Bar a marriage proposal from you, dear Andrew

I am celibate till I die.



I miss you a lot…

but I understand if you don’t want to talk…

the Lord keeps me standing…even flourishing…despite anything…



You’re quite right though…

that opposer is always trying his best to tempt us…

It’s wonderful to me how the room for him to do so in me

has diminished and continues to do so…

I’m feeling more righteous every day…

far from perfected

but a whole lot cleaner than I used to be

It feels great :o) 



I hope I didn’t make you feel bad with that comment on "abandons” Andrew

Just expressing my honest to goodness feelings…not meant to accuse or blame or guilt or sorrow or woe…just meant to say. 



Love,

Pamela

The fingers of my mourning imagination

are used to shrugging their knotted shoulders





wrought with the arthritis that resignation brings.



Though

some days



some moments



on good days



when they’re feeling youthful



when they manage

to forget their resident pain

and the futility of stretching



they consider wandering through fields of yesterday

gleaning unruly locks…that need no comb.



they ponder travelling slowly over the exquisite silhoutte

of the gentle hills of a perfect mouth.



yes



sometimes they do long

to forge the mysterious landscape

sealed up tight

in the mason jar of a heart

dearly loved



but they recoil instead…resigned

knowing

the golden fields are not theirs to reap

knowing

the hills would wordlessly rebuke their audacious



unwelcomed trespassing

knowing

all too well

that the mason jar was put out of their reach long ago….



 


Comment By: FreeMoon Fairy on September 11, 2009 11:33:33 PM Report
Andrew,
Sweet and tempting, desires stir and cause us to want to reach out
and take it. Interesting--
~Tracie
Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on September 11, 2009 11:23:50 AM Report

Andrew:  I enjoyed this write very much.  Love the reference to the snake. 


Lady D


Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on September 11, 2009 10:25:53 AM Report

For desire always


rescinds the roots of will.


 


Sometimes


there is always a snake


to suggest to you an apple

Ahhhhhh....Yes,
Desires makes us all weak....
 Wink.... Wink...





 


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