Resurrection

Watch me rise.

At my final hours, you were a Pharisee.

You kept faithful vigil til my last breath,

Muttered prolix prayers--curses in secrecy,

And sacrificed me to your god of death.

 

You anointed me with your apologies,

Clothed me in a sanctimonious shroud,

Buried me in eternal quiescence’s ease

In grievance’s grave--with your head bowed.

 

You laid my corpse in a Lenten coffin,

Constructed from the elements of your vows.

You lulled my soul with the eulogy of sin,

With reminiscences for me to espouse.

 

But my sepulchral nights expired

When a miracle fashioned breath into me.

I bless your passionate errors which conspired

To transform me to a faith’s prodigy.

 

 

Author's Note

Conceived from an idea to play with words related to 'death' and to experiment beyond the usual rhyming words.

Reviews

[Troy Henson]

Very impressive and deep piece here Blue. I sensed a fair amount of emotion in this one and could feel your personal touch on this.

Regards
Troy

[Frieda P]

It's abstruse in its profundity. Carries a huge impact within religious undertones. Amazing as always you nutter, brava!

[Eric Pudalov]

WOW, Blue!! You truly impress me with your words, practically every time. And you say this was an experiment? Well, I think it was a successful one.

I really love every line of this, but my favorites are: "At my final hours, you were a Pharisee," and "But my sepulchral nights expired/When a miracle fashioned breath into me."

It may have been an experiment, but I do wonder - did this come from an emotional place as well? It's just so intense in the story it tells, and I often get curious as to where these poems arise from. Well, you don't have to tell me, but again, I love it!!

[TL Boehm]

lulled my soul with the eulogy of sin. That is profound.

[Blue]

Thanks a lot, TL!

[Pryde Foltz]

Awesome word-smithing, Blue. A very powerful and unique piece.

[Blue]

Thanks a lot, Pryde. What a beautiful photo of yours, by the way!

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, Blue. I took it yesterday.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like the abstractness of this....what do i feel from it?

she is rising from a bad relationship....he kept her down, convinced her she was for his use...he killed her spirit...but after three days she moved the stone and rose again...as her own faith in herself was restored.

jacob

[Blue]

Whoops. You got it right again, Jacob! I'm impressed at how you accurately interpret my poems. Thanks for your constant visits.

[Eddie Davis]

Blue, that was indeed different and certainly the first time I've seen the Easter themes used in this way, but they were very fresh and brought out an aspect of the poem that makes this one quite memorable. Good job.

[Blue]

Thank you, Eddie!

[Eli Jarman]

At my final hours, you were a Pharisee.
You kept faithful vigil til my last breath,
Muttered prolix prayers--curses in secrecy,
And sacrificed me to your god of death.

My favorite lines, really spoke
I like all the big words, makes it interesting and enjoyable

[Blue]

Thanks a lot, Eli. I appreciate your kind words.

[Eli Jarman]

Your welcome

[Raven Starhawk]

For me this poem took me on a journey. It was as if I was walking in your shoes and experiencing everything as it happened. It had been a long walk to say the least and at the end I can identify with you and hear the process of information in your heart. You have opened your eyes and seen what could be waiting to heal that special side of you. At least that is what I got from reading this.

[Blue]

Wow. What a great interpretation! I'm pleased to know you've gone beyond the surface level and plunged into the deeper one. Thanks a lot, Raven!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I see this as an spiritual awakening, cleansing the soul by letting go of the negative thoughts others try to instill in you.

[Blue]

Spiritual awakening indeed. Thanks, Dale!