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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, April 1, 2013

Seeds and All



Persephone by Patricia Ariel

I believed that you loved me;
you dragged me down to hell.
I thought I was your queen,
but your kingdom had gates I could not pass.
What I thought was passion
was me being devoured by your fire.
Now all that’s left of me
is bone and ash.
I have only myself to blame;
I swallowed your lies, seeds and all.

14 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

Your final four lines tell a timeless tale of the fallibility of human relationships. I love that artwork too.

Brian Miller said...

seeds and all...being devoured is not bad, except in the context you put it...being left with nothing but ash...ack...

aprille said...

Grim reality?
Hope you're still in one piece :-)

Grace said...

I specially like that last line ~ Enjoyed your take on this LM ~ Hope spring comes soon ~

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"What I thought was passion was me being devoured by your fire...." what a terrific line! Great write, Lolamouse!

Marian said...

aaah, persephone's story is one of my favorites. excellent.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Wonderful poem - this captured how it feels when you get destroyed so completely you don't know where to go. Superb!

Susie Clevenger said...

Truth often is not pretty. I think each of us has swallowed lies, seeds and all before. Great Write!!

Kay L. Davies said...

An excellent write, Lolamouse, "seeds and all" is perfect.
K

Other Mary said...

Wow, that's powerful. Love it!

Kateri said...

Chilling, but oh so saddly too often true.

Kim Nelson said...

You do an excellent job illustrating the differences in perspective and enhanced understanding.

Ella said...

Wow, this is painted so well...
damn those seeds~
Bravo Lolamouse :D

yuanfields said...

Oh, this is the second poem I read about love and lies. I wonder who lies more -- men or women?