Atonement

by silvershoes   Jun 7, 2008


Redemption, too far from reach
Transparency is yet to teach
Significance in psychobabble
Grasping nothing graspable
I know how it feels to be alone
What it means now to atone

I hear the midnight bells are ringing
I hear a man on the corner singing
The path I walk is mine to choose
Oh, vagabond with nothing to lose

The dice rattles hollow in my hand
The earth, it shakes where I stand
Gypsy wind blows me to my knees
Heart and soul learning to appease

Days of old turn fast to sand
So much I do not understand
A current grabs me by a wrist
No reason now I should resist
Fleeting love, oh how it slips
Rushing through my fingertips

Revolutionists may wait for long
Still they know where they belong
I can make amends in all I believe
It will not contend I find reprieve

Upon reaching Heaven's holy gate
My presence would simply desecrate
St. Peter does not know my name
Though here or hell, it is the same

Deliverance, too far from reach
Transparency inept to teach
Significance in psychobabble
Grasping nothing graspable
I know how it feels to be alone
What it means now to atone

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  • 16 years ago

    by Rachel RTVW

    Overuse of the word I but an interesting read. The word choice was clever although in some places the rhyming seemed forced. A though provoking piece.

  • 16 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    You really stand out as a poet I would not change a single line
    I believe I choose the best club

  • 16 years ago

    by adroit

    Gorgeously erudite. I love your poem. The words fit together as perfect as an arrow in a bow.
    Um, and the point of a profile is so egocentric people can share all the facets of their fascinating lives. So yeah, most people do write in it.
    Honest Luck

  • 16 years ago

    by sibyllene

    Intense poem there, Janey. The entirety put the first stanza into perspective, I think.

    When I read it, whether or not it's how you mean it, it seems to match my life, lately. Looking for significance, pattern, purpose in the face of empty randomness... being pulled by the current, and not even knowing if you should try to fight it. Mm... yesh. Anyway, I hope you are doing better than your poetry seems to relate. Peace and love.

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