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This poem is old, more so even than I. At the time, I thought it was possible to find myself in someone else. Such is the nature of being lost. We will cling to anything, and think it a true North. None the less, this piece begged to be brought to life; woke me from a sound sleep. Hence, that is where is begins. Although my life has changed since then, the feelings remain much as they were. [429 words]
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
To those who've seen my old description, I'm sure you'll be pleased to see a refreshing lack of arrogance. If you missed it, sucks to be you. I'm a free-lance writer and barrista from the Midwest. I'm still trying to get more of my poetry and fiction on here, so be patient. In the meantime, please post reviews; I love reading what you all think. Write me email too, I need new victims.. er... friends. As usual, welcome to my madness, and happy reading. [February 2003]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (6) Bodies At Rest (Poetry) I lost this piece some months ago; searched all over, couldn't find it anywhere... It's funny how life works. Just about the same time I finally got over the girl who inspired it, I found it in the s... [54 words] [Relationships] Crimes Of Love - In Three Acts (Poetry) This piece descibes the little deaths we string together- and call a lifetime. [297 words] Faded Edges (Poetry) Read "Bodies at Rest" first. It helps to keep the time-line in order. [154 words] [Relationships] Jim's Lament (Poetry) A Cainite describes his existance... (Please do not correct my languages. No Latin was actually used against its will.) [104 words] [Fantasy] Unsolicited (Poetry) There are some journeys one never wishes to take. This is one of them. [161 words] Walking In Tides (Poetry) A sub-conscious night in the life... [156 words] [Nature]
Rachaela A J Magy
he lifts his head, slowly, unsurely
rubs his deep, brown eyes to find them wet again
he leaves his bed of grass, or what he left of it as he tumbled through the night, stumbles to the mouth
the moon in her fullness calls to him
he cries back, and sniffs the cool night air, as it brushes against him
rippling the fur down his back
it brings with it a scent he remembers well
the memories come cheap, but their source bears a cost more dear than the treasure of Midas
he awakens once more, lupine no longer, eyes still wet, and the scent still with him
he awakens, this angry young man, this Son of Adam
and knows that he still sleeps alone
he is trapped in a heart too large for one, and a life too small for two
but he has tasted the pleasures of her green-eyed soul
and knows no other way to live
her scent is both bitter and sweet, it brings a stinging joy
freedom
pleasure and pain intertwined, emanate from the core of this woman-child
who smiles sweetly, coyly at him, and knows him as he could never know himself
sees within him the ancestral strength he buried so deep, so long ago
she prays that he will soon rediscover it, and soothe his tormented soul
she knows why he buried it, but cannot tell him, for he must learn this on his own
he hid it long ago to appease the demands of the first "she"
"she" who cleft her belly, and let spill forth the blood of her loins to grant him the gift of life
he hid his strength from her long before he met himself on the shores of the great lake
but now he has found his soulmate, this wide-eyed, child-like wonder
whose heart burns with the need to help him, and the knowledge that she cannot interfere in what must happen
slowly he puts shovel to earth, loosens the hard packed dirt, dense and brick-like from years of being trod upon
slowly he puts shovel to earth, and lifts the first of many large, heavy clumps of soil
in the distance he hears a wolfe howl
he knows now that he must dig until he uncovers that which he once wished gone
so long forgotten, he is no longer sure what he will find
knows only that he must reclaim it
the female joins her mate, adds her own song in perfect counter-harmony
and she, my beautiful wide-eyed soul, sighs, smiles, cries, and waits
READER'S REVIEWS (6) DISCLAIMER: STORYMANIA DOES NOT PROVIDE AND IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR REVIEWS. ALL REVIEWS ARE PROVIDED BY NON-ASSOCIATED VISITORS, REGARDLESS OF THE WAY THEY CALL THEMSELVES.
"I can feel the enotions in this poem.The man trying to discover who he is and where he belongs." -- Velva, Morris, IL, USA.
"Beautifull" -- iseldar kay.
"Can't explain everything in two lines. Combination of phantastic situation and real emotion make for an interesting read. " -- EADVD.
"#1 Title: Acceptable. #2 Spelling and Grammatical errors: ‘soul mate’ isn’t recognized as a compound word therefore I’d suggest separating the two. I’m not sure why you placed an unnecessary ‘e’ on the end of ‘wolf,’ so I’ll just assume your English. #3 Opinion: Bright, in that it shines at you in a blinding manner, but the subject is understood. #4 Suggestions: None. " -- JA St.George.
"Wonderfully romantic if somewhat one-sided ;-) Only spelling error is "who's" where it should say "whose" Have I read this before?" -- Rachel, MI.
"Have you read it before? I should hope so Rach, seeing as you're in it. You WOULD think it one-sided. (c; S'cool, I'll still love you." -- AJ Magy.
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