Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Lotus




Held hostage
by the shackles of limbo
where reaching is restrained.

Always in the posture
of departing, feet bound
by doubt.

The ransom already paid
by the crippled years
she binds to memory.

Never blooming in mid-afternoon,
she rides the dark horse beneath the moon
seeking the Goddess who will save her.




15 comments:

  1. we are all bound in one way or another... you gave us the feeling of entrapment

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  2. I love that last verse...we should always keep seeking that thing or person who may be able to save us..

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  3. Many seek salvation in someone or something, but I do wonder about the power of the Goddess.

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  4. always in a posture of departure...
    that line really carries the feel of this one for me lisa
    i think we are all looking for that salvation
    in our own way

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  5. Those shackles of limbo, yes so many times we put our hope to the night.

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  6. To be held in shackles, never blooming is sad & haunting ~ A great metaphor to use as well ~

    Grace

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  7. This is a wonderful poem. I especially love the feet bound by doubt, always departing, and the glorious image of her riding the dark horse under the moon. Wow!

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  8. Very succinct and well crafted.
    ZQ

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  9. I like how you show doubt binds feet, a year, a way. Perhaps she herself is the goddess she seeks.

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  10. The Goddess always answers a heartfelt call! (Even - or especially? - if, as Susan suggests, it is the Goddess within.)

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  11. such true words....

    'The ransom already paid
    by the crippled years
    she binds to memory.'

    I have paid that ransom.

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  12. Breath-taking that last stanza chills!

    mindlovemisery

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