God, I never pray.
I try so hard not to pray,
and curse when my hands clasp at close of day.
Then, when I kneel,
I try so hard not to feel
while whispers are ripped off my lips like an orange peel.
Yet a tangible transcendence hovers over my clay shell
covering me in honey bees that plummet into my body,
and hum within my pierced organs until my stung lungs yell
that they've swollen like strawberries, until I burst with piety.
At morning, feeling flies away,
and I try so hard not to feel betrayed.
My knees caved, I fell, I weakly displayed
that I was shot from Spirit's quiver, shaped to pray.














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and second stanzas are great,
and the whole third stanza is a knockout.
I like what you did with the rhyme scheme.
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I am a poetry admin for =DailyLitDeviations.
Out of curiousity, though, who is the speaker? It was reminiscent of a televangelist at the end.
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"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." ~E.L. Doctorow
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Harmonize your inward and your outward life, and you soul will know no bounds of joy.
I, in fact, do not pray. When silent prayers occur, I usually fold my hands and say something to the effect of "God, I don't know if you are listening or not but if you are I don't know what to say to you. Sorry." after which I sit with my head bowed and think about poetry until the prayer is over. So the speaker is based on myself and my thoughts on religion, but he is not me. I do not hate myself for praying, though it does somewhat bother me, at times, that I don't. If anything, we have opposite problems.
As per the orange peel problem, I'll say that I've tweaked that line many times and probably will continue to tweak it. I agree that the paralellism fails, and that the line is too long. However, the speaker being rigid as he is needs the structure of his perfect rhyme scheme, so the word will have to end with a perfect rhyme for "kneel" and "feel." I may go back to the original ending there "like severed steel." but I do not think I like it as much. I'll have to think it over.
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Harmonize your inward and your outward life, and you soul will know no bounds of joy.
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"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." ~E.L. Doctorow
I spoke into two microphones attached to my computer and converted my voice into an mp3 that I posted to that website so you could hear it. I made 15 recordings before I got one I was happy with.
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Harmonize your inward and your outward life, and you soul will know no bounds of joy.
And then I got confused...(sorry, it's been a long day)
But that was a very powerful delivery!
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"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." ~E.L. Doctorow
Because I have heard published poets read their own poetry out loud.
And I am much better.
But this is why i like Dylan Thomas. He knew how to read.
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Harmonize your inward and your outward life, and you soul will know no bounds of joy.
Have you had any theatre training? Because it sounded a bit like you may.
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"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." ~E.L. Doctorow
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