Kiddush for love gone

In the hot airwaves over green-silver bush
butterflies’ dancing streams turn and twist.
In the dim ancient hall ten black robes pray Kiddush
dark and light counterparts coexist.

Love is born as new light, as a bolt from the blue,
the emotions are raised, no more grief.
I surrender myself to the stream, float anew,
oh Gehenna, I’ve been so naive.

Dark replaced tender glow of affection and bliss
passion died, I am weeping good bye,
to the raptures of heart. I am mourning decease
of the flower of love, don’t deny.

In my bedroom alone I will gash, I will cut
choking dress, morbid flesh – I can’t cry,
deadly wounds, empty heart, praying eyes - no more blood 
no more life,  silence now, no reply. 



* Gehenna (the valley of G Hinnom), near Jerusalem. In the New  Testament the name is transferred,  by an easy metaphor, to Hell.


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Dear Lena,
Very well done. Have you read my "There is nothing"? I don't have rhyme in it, so it won't match yours, but the topic is similar.
My complements to a wonderful poem :-)).

Марина Павлоцкая   02.12.2004 17:04     Заявить о нарушении
Dear Marina,
Thank you for your kind appraisal.

I do not think that having rhymes is a mandatory requirement. In modern English poetry it is more often to use a white poetry structure.

Your piece "There is northing" - just a short few lines of comments from me.
I like the images and emotions.
I would suggest to add missing verbs. I am on holidays at the moment, when I come back home I will send a detail comment on your poem "There is nothing".

Thank you again

А Н Е Л   04.12.2004 06:26   Заявить о нарушении
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