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| The Meal, 1891, by Paul Gauguin |
I offer that sacred bowl
to the goddess
I let the rituals take over my senses
I might not understand its significance
yet I cut fruits into strings
I do not wish demons to visit
to taste the elaborated food
I never did comprehend their intentions
or the way they followed the flags of peace
only to cause devastation
demons are indigenous,
goddess is usurper;
reaching the summit, only to fall
let us drink from that bowl
before we sell our very soul
14 comments:
I like this: "yet I cut fruits into strings I do not wish demons to visit"
There is a fascinating thread running through many of today's wordles. Bravo.
"Reaching the summit, only to fall."
Ah, we'e back with Sisyphus again - well done.
Strong write, Gautami. The final stanza is frightening.
Yes, Gautami, the final stanza is beautifully frightening.
Pamela
Oh my what a powerful piece! Such a fascinating read!
intense...demons out!!!
My take.
No, I don't want the demons to visit. And why does devastation follow the flags of peace? Or preceed them, overtake them?
A little homage goes a long way...
an enjoyable read!
Sometimes the undercurrents of a tradition can be much darker than one can fathom. This is the subtle darkness that underlies this poem.
i def like the italicized stanza the best and you set it up well in the opening...demons are there for sure....
I might not understand its significance
yet I cut fruits into strings
Such a powerful image.
=)
A powerful mantra type poem that sends the soul searching for comfort.
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