Poem of Quotes Members

Prayer

Between your temple’s open-door policy
and your garden blooming, I’ve come to see
how the eyes grew both feet
and wings

With hushed voices from the corridors
and us, ****ing in the belfry, there
is a certain level of God here
for all of us.

I sat in the baptismal font lighting cigarettes
as you begged me not to
stain the walls. Told me your temple was a house
free from sin.

Watching your demeanor change, I whispered
“I bet God smokes, sometimes.
I bet you’ve seen the bodies,
love.”

A cruel joke, the kind you don’t tell in good
company, the kind that feels like a fist
breaking through your teeth
as you tell it.

I found you nestled in your own bosom,
pulling petals from the Lotuses
chanting, “He loves me; He loves me not,“
a prayer.


by Aspire2
posted on 01/10/2019

« previous

Comments: 4

Comment by google: Sep 8, 2020 7:37 pm
I like this. lots of imagery
Comment by nocturnus: Feb 11, 2019 11:49 pm
This indeed is beautiful
glad I saw this today.
Comment by prettyspl: Jan 22, 2019 5:48 am
Honestly I don’t know how I feel after reading this one? Its the kind of poem I like to read more than once. I know I like it but I’m not sure how the message affects me. It’s deep, somewhat dark and moody, mocking in certain respects .. or am I just being cautious here? But I indeed enjoyed reading it .. now if I can just figure out these emotions I’m feeling..
Comment by Nick1959: Jan 10, 2019 1:39 pm
Love how this contradicts the religious nature with our own nature, I find a depth to these words. Nicely written

Nick

Add a comment: