۳.۴ bound in these imperfect forms

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bound in these imperfect forms
beautiful though they may be

no angels we

mere mortals be

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we follow our

heart’s desires

giving in to tempt

-ations

longing for sin

-sations

too  fond of  adore
 -ation
    e-lation_____flirtation______masturba-tion
compensation
 rationaliz-ation
self-preservation

  sex-u-al
re-lation
-ships

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instant gratification

more important than re-demption
in the after
-life

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we think we can Avoid con-sequences

so

we

ignore

the   R

O

I

L

I

N

G

in

our

stomachs

and

GORGE

our
Selves

on

all

the

earthly pleasures

never

   seeking   tran-quil-i-ty

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we refuse to alter

our behavior

for the good of  others

or even______the Good

of

ourselves

and thus…..

we remain

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bound

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in

these

im-
perfect forms

. ۲ . ۳ . ۴ . ۵ . ۶ .

. ۲ . ۳ . ۴ . ۵ .

. ۲ . ۳ . ۴ .

. ۲ . ۳ .


“Hallelujah”  Jeff Buckley

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originally posted 12 June 2011 ~
{ i deleted one line and revised the “shape” of  the poem }

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a huge thank you to     Brenda Clews    {  @brendaclews  }  for allowing me the use of  another of  her stunning works of  art ~   “Women in Winter”  ~ i can only hope that she is satisfied with my poem to accompany such beauty.  see all of  her amazing artwork, poetry, videos and so much more at her wonderful website     Brenda Clews.com.   you can see my previous post with Brenda’s artwork     HERE{and an additional thank you, Brenda, for taking so much time to provide information on how to better achieve the “shape” i was after ~ i still have not learned code, but thanks to you i discovered my ‘doodles’ and have learned how to utilize the features which WordPress does offer for drafting posts.  you gave me an entirely new perspective on how i want to present my poetry.}

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my gratitude to the brilliant poet     Brian Miller   {  @bmiller007  }  who is one of  the original poets behind the truly amazing site   dVerse ~ Poets Pub.    click    HERE     to read his poem    “Operator, I…”     at his blog     waystationone.   not that i’m comparing my poem in the LEAST to his stunning work, but everything about it did influence me when writing this.  i hope that doesn’t insult him ~ i mean it as the highest compliment.   i know i will  NEVER be able to come within ten miles of  the talent Brian has.  on top of  that he’s a nice guy.  {thank you, brian, for all of  your support and encouragement as i explore shape poems. (smile) }

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i also used the following prompt ~

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a special thanks to  Mr. Walker of  Sadly Waiting for Recess.   for the final edition of  the Monday Prompt at   BIG TENT POETRY  {that unfortunately no longer exists}  he offered the prompt:   “bound in these imperfect forms”   which stuck in my mind ever since.

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songs i listened to while writing ~
“Hallelujah”     by  k.d. lang
“Hallelujah”     by  Jeff Buckley

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artwork  ~  “Women In Winter,  2009″   by  Brenda Clews
Oil paint, watercolour pencils, India ink on 300lb Arches watercolour paper, 75cm x 56cm, 29.5″ x 22”  Part of a series of 4 paintings, all with the same figure from the same lifedrawing class, each named after a season.

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“Hallelujah”

lyrics by Leonard Cohen

I heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
You don’t really care for music, do ya?
It goes like this the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Well, your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
Well, she tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew a Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Baby, I’ve been here before
I’v
e seen this room and I’ve walked the floor
I used to live alone before I knew ya
But I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
Our love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe there’s a God above,
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya

It’s not a cry that you hear at night
It’s not someone whose seen the light
It’s a cold and broken hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah

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One response to “۳.۴ bound in these imperfect forms

  1. Wow, I love this. *And* Jeff Buckley’s “Hallelujah” (best ever). Thank you for the credit, too.

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