Phantom
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I lived ... once …
I loved and laughed and ached from
my marrow …
I spoke my soul, and spun my mind to
my innervation and impulse -
swam up spirits to the source of their
pulses and passions …
I moved and breathed and thrived,
slept and soared and savored the tang
of carnality,
counted my chaos, and measured my
occupations with desire …
I danced with angels, dazzled and dark
and unearthly,
and I sang to the heavens in their
wildest weeping
with a voice of callow intonation ... and
melodious temper,
ALL with a child's heart, and a saint's
assumption …
yes, I lived ... once …
full and bright and joyous as a midday
meadow,
yet, in the midst of a moment's
suffering -
a soft, stinging moment,
I pressed tender, the lips of a curse -
one deep, melting kiss of a
temptress that turned to a coursing ...
of poison -
"You will write and play and sing with
such feeling - such intent!”
she spoke me …
“You will love and build and create,
you will realize the bounties of
life and passion …
you will know the dearest fruits of
friendship and success -
all the endeavors of your heart, and
gifts of your hands!"
she said, eyes sparkling, lips dripping
honey …
then … shook it ALL from my grasp,
and with a smile, glowing,
turned me ...
to dust.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2022
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