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| The Last Supper | |
| By Katanga | ||||||||||||
| 02 August 2008 | ||||||||||||
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Written after a bottle of red wine - intended to be read similarly! 'might fire desire'.
Too much assonance? Does it sound forced? Comments and opinions really valued! BTW, it's not true - I'm a very happy man as I write . . . Cheers! John X The Last Supper Last night I tried to write a poem for you. At first a fire set light to pen and ink and rhyme and rhythm came as if I knew the true worth of your heart, what I would think sums up your being more than words can say, distils your soul, compressed into a ball. But sorrow overwhelmed the break of day, crushed my poem against our bedroom wall. I tried to dry your fear with songs of love, and what I thought might fire desire for me, invoking heaven’s burning stars above, to keep your reason cool, your spirit free. The boulders rolling from your eyes roll on. They go in search of where our love has gone.
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