Transcendent

ledworldnuke's picture

The grace of the most pure and awkward beauty
That the fading blue of my eyes have for so long forsaken
And turned blind towards
How I longed in that moment, how I felt stripped of all earthy laws
Perhaps my longing for lust was in truth to strong
I betrayed myself that day
My eyes did wander along the pathway
They did stop and wonder and take in that beauty.
They caressed such beauty, such awkward beauty.
If my eyes had only been my hands then I dare say I may have embraced desire
For they traced along that figure as lovers do touch
And as lovers do breath in and caress and make passion to one another
I, naught of myself became transfixed
Unmoving as to not disrupt my envisioned fantasy
How could I know, that while I became lost in ecstasy
The eyes of another did fall upon my broken form
And when the hollowed time had passed and I regained my composer
The watcher did begin to suspect, and with slight smile did inquire.
And even if I smiled inwardly; still longing
I lied, and the watcher knew, and then gave to me as a gift, my desire

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Andrewgirl3's picture

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cool style. i really like it

*If we knew what it was we were doing, it would not be called research, would it?*

ACCgirl's picture

I liked this poem...

...it reminded me of a Ralph Waldo Emerson work. I can't recall the title, but it's transcendental writing. In part of it he talks about being a giant eyeball walking along a path and beholding beauty.

I love the ideas in your poem. You probably have, but if you haven't, check out some Emerson and Thoreau.

the mouse that roared's picture

:)

I like the way you phrase the ideas and the comparisons you draw with this poem. I like it.