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There on a pedestal, frozen you stand-
Delicate arms broken; your wings of beauty clipped.
I pick them up with my hands
And piece you back together,
Restoring divine beauty;
As an artist I take on a god’s duty.
As you become whole, a being, one-
I feel warmth, a pulse, and those marble eyes
They blink at me!
…Is this reality?
My love breathes the breath of life?
We stop and stare, just the way lovers do:
Alas, you step off the pedestal and head for the door
Towards the streets of Thebes.
But when I catch up-
I see nothing but flawless,
Beautiful radiant skin,
With your robe
Gone with the wind
All others cease and stare…
The sight is too painful
Like the sun at which I glare.
And you leave through that broken wall
Proceeding on your azalea path.
And I stop you and grab your arm once more,
However, now it feels hollow;
Like the bones of a bird.
I ask you where you intend to go-
With that soft, sweet voice of a goddess you say,
“Back to where I was born.”
And she points ahead-
To the foam,
At the shore of the sea.
- by vaporwaver |
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- | Submitted on 11/29/2013 |
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- Title: Aphrodite
- Artist: vaporwaver
- Description: The newest poem that I wrote this month afters nearly a year of inactivity in writing poetry. It is a free verse poem, and please leave some comments for feed back. Thank you everyone.
- Date: 11/29/2013
- Tags: aphrodite freeverse
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