How the mind plays tricks
and teases! Oh what a parody of foolish desires
set in daydream's whimsical realm
are here materialised in the red-gold hues
of a mid-December sunset.
And how such spectacle evokes and holds
intense amorous longing: for to sheathe in fire
the Adonis form intensifies mania -
however illogical. Ever since the first Eve
was formed from Adam's rib
has not woman been tormented
by irrepressible urges? The inner voice
cries, Touch him, go on - touch him!
And tingling fingertips
eagerly reach for the shimmering mirage.
But distance armour protects
the God-form from harlot's assault -
and we all know sunset eventually gives way
to dusk, that gathering darkness that shields
the Idol from wanton gaze.
And in the morning
he is no longer there, just an empty sky
and light unformed. The ice blue,
now victorious, seems to mock:
See - there is nothing here but space!
But, once aroused, the seventh sense
will not relent: scrutinizes still
in desperation clouds and flocks of birds
for any semblance of humanoid form
that imagination can illogically deify.
For certain the Gods have struck a pact
to place great power within the grasp
of man and etched his glorified image
deep into the female psyche -
is this what the intellects term "instinct"?
He, stunning once more in a new sunset,
is shimmering less though in the fiery glow: over-worshiped,
his perennial perfection is overstretching
and fading into another dusk. His body askew,
he is disintegrating and dispersing
into illusion's fractured sunbeams
that once gave him lips to kiss in dreams:
an exaggerated promise that seems suddenly absurd.
Now, as storm clouds gather, the ideal anatomy transforms
into irony's most hideous fiend.
and teases! Oh what a parody of foolish desires
set in daydream's whimsical realm
are here materialised in the red-gold hues
of a mid-December sunset.
And how such spectacle evokes and holds
intense amorous longing: for to sheathe in fire
the Adonis form intensifies mania -
however illogical. Ever since the first Eve
was formed from Adam's rib
has not woman been tormented
by irrepressible urges? The inner voice
cries, Touch him, go on - touch him!
And tingling fingertips
eagerly reach for the shimmering mirage.
But distance armour protects
the God-form from harlot's assault -
and we all know sunset eventually gives way
to dusk, that gathering darkness that shields
the Idol from wanton gaze.
And in the morning
he is no longer there, just an empty sky
and light unformed. The ice blue,
now victorious, seems to mock:
See - there is nothing here but space!
But, once aroused, the seventh sense
will not relent: scrutinizes still
in desperation clouds and flocks of birds
for any semblance of humanoid form
that imagination can illogically deify.
For certain the Gods have struck a pact
to place great power within the grasp
of man and etched his glorified image
deep into the female psyche -
is this what the intellects term "instinct"?
He, stunning once more in a new sunset,
is shimmering less though in the fiery glow: over-worshiped,
his perennial perfection is overstretching
and fading into another dusk. His body askew,
he is disintegrating and dispersing
into illusion's fractured sunbeams
that once gave him lips to kiss in dreams:
an exaggerated promise that seems suddenly absurd.
Now, as storm clouds gather, the ideal anatomy transforms
into irony's most hideous fiend.
My dearest, Ygraine you are an amazing writer and a dreamer, to be able to imagine this concept and pull it from your heart and share a piece of your soul here, too~
ReplyDeleteHugs and Much Love, My Friend
xoxoxo
Oh Jan...I don't know what to say...your kindness is everything...and a mere "thank you" is so inadequate.
ReplyDeleteBut I will say it anyway...thank you...with all my heart.:)
Wishing you a Wonderful Weekend!
All my Love & Hugs xoxoxo
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ReplyDeleteThank you, my Friend!:)
DeleteThis one wasn't meant to be taken too seriously though. The "Adam and Eve" and similar references were simply the use of universal symbolism to aid the translation of imagery into the written word.
I (hopefully) wanted to express myself in several different contexts simultaneously!
I agree that much in life is an illusion.
I have often wondered if our dreams are real...and everyday life a dream!!
Dear Ygraine, I knew what you meant, and I feel what you wrote was beautifully written, it's just at times I like to express my beliefs.
DeleteOh absolutely, my Friend!
DeleteAnd I hope you never cease expressing your beliefs...because I sincerely believe that we all have much to learn from each other.:))
Love the interpretations found in this, a simple beautiful sunset will not again be seen as such.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed.
I remember seeing images in the sunset as a very young child...seems I will never grow up! lol
DeleteSo happy you enjoyed...and thank you so much! :))
This was written expertly and masterfully...as you always do :)
ReplyDeleteWow...thank you, Keith...so much! :))
DeleteLoved the way your wove the Adam and Eve creation story into your poem. Well done! :-) Thanks.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
Many many thanks, CiL...that is so appreciated! :))
DeleteGreetings from Hampshire.
Ygraine, this is a fine poem, very fine. It invites and keeps the reader in a living message --addresses the conscious and subconscious at once.
ReplyDeleteGosh...that is so kind, Geo...my sincerest thanks!
DeleteIt truly means so much to know you enjoyed...:))
I echo A Cuban in London's comment, Ygraine. Thank you so much for sharing. :)
ReplyDeleteOh thank you, dearest Linda...you are so kind! :)
DeleteMuch Love & Hugs xoxoxo
Beautiful!! Truly beautiful!! You are an amazing writer!! Big Hugs and Much Love!!
ReplyDeleteOh thank you, Sweetie...from the depths of my heart!!
DeleteLots of Love & Hugs xoxoxo
Boa tarde, não é necessário despertar o sétimo sentido para saber o seu dom maravilhoso para escrever, o poema é lindo.
ReplyDeleteFeliz Natal,
AG
Oh wow, Antonio...my deepest, most heart-felt thanks.:)
DeleteWishing You a Wonderful Christmas too! :))
__ A clear path will always grow in, if no longer followed.
ReplyDeleteBest seasonal wished "Y" _!
Yes, a strong belief of mine too, Doug!;)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much.
Very Best Wishes for You too...Have a Truly Magical time.:))
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