Below is the poem entitled In the Splits of that Stony Picture which was written by poet
rhimi. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Take me, break me-
I beg you not to slight me!
I need to ride that glorious wind.
Take me, throw me-
Then you will trust me:
I cannot bear holding you by the hands.
In that frontage, my real nature is concealed
In that frontage, my eyes must contemplate and meet.
It is high time I avowed my strong failure,
Into moonshine I am looking for that lost tough spirit-
Within your breath, under your soul and even among the clouds,
I feel so small without you- distant spirit, lively spirit!
You are my blood! Yes, you- the blood, deadly spirit!
Would you mind calling upon me, my dear loudest whisper?
Would you mind too…Narcotic-Melodious-Angelic…shape!
I am not that stone unless you retrieve me authenticity!
I am not that stone unless you make me light and stony!
I should first drive through high thick boundaries
While looking down on how walls shall fall into knees.
It is this very time I counted to sigh and say:
“If I am your stone, why should you be afraid?
“As you are my home, will I be the dead?!”