Man thou never wert

Man thou never wert
Hallowed room wherein the house
Was troubled by his touch
Indented deeply was the couch
In mind, but not by such

Fashioned of ravings unpretentious
The oily midnight herds drew nigh
To fodder of visionings well-tended
But only unharnessed horses fly-

Stirrings of drear self-symphonies
Gave birth, to more sterile seed
"Let's give him blue empathy for eyes"
How comely indeed!

Come, let us give our hearts to the dirt
Open soft earth, and dig
And drain, and hang it up to dry
Then shrink till nothing fit

The golden god once more must die
And none on golden thrones shall sit.

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Kamala
A beauty...an unique presentation...liked reading those lines...
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heterodynemind
It's my form, as far as I know, and was begun when I was much younger and I edited it quite a bit recently when I came across it cleaning out the upper story. Guess all those years ago I just gave up on it.
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Kate Sparrow
The line "but only unharnessed horses fly" is what grabbed me from this poem, and the ending couplet as well. Interesting rhyme scheme, is it a form, or just yours? It flows nicely, even though it appears to be irregular. Well done.
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Keith Robinson
"let us give our hearts to the dirt"...what an incredible impact!
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Marilese
I don't understand and it makes me sad and it is so well-written and context and situation are needed to make it clear, you touch my heart and make it smart...
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yelena
Patti, that's a winner. :)
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Kerry O'Connor
Hey Patti, always a pleasure to find your name in the lists. This is a superb piece - out the ballpark!
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kath
This reads like a dream - each perfect line digs deep into the heart and head! Welcome back !!!!! Kath xxx
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carol
welcome purple sister great write
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bogpan
Golden god must die and Aphrodite.
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mistycalpoet
Exquisite and hauntingly wonderful piece Patti... Welcome back!
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Sandra Martyres
Good to see you back Patti....with this brilliant & haunting write: "Fashioned of ravings unpretentious The oily midnight herds drew nigh To fodder of visionings well-tended But only unharnessed horses fly-"
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