Rusted curled,
Yet not forgotten.
A part of God's Eternal plan.
Here, now and forever;
Not misbegotten
A shard of beauty,
From a delicate hand.
Golden yellow,
Rustic red,
Veined rich
in Blubous form;
To be buried deep,
In warm soft yealding earth,
Now...almost ready to transform.

Comments
alphadog1 | November 10, 2011 - 14:51
first draft.
alphadog1 | November 11, 2011 - 22:29
I am mixed about this. I like it a lot, though I don't know why... its a reflection of the week... the counsellor wanted me to think positively about me... and my writing... something that is impossible, like my name alphadog1... which is a sick sort of joke really. I don't see myself as that at all. (hence the small "a") The title comes from the name of David's first son who was hung by his hair from a tree... and the seasons are changing... if God Loves Absalom, despite it all, then he must love me... I guess that is the inner mechanics of the piece... therefore its an attempt at self love...and growth. (no one else has commented, I thought I'd better.)
Blessing | November 18, 2011 - 22:35
Absalom - what a sad tale. A son much loved by his father and so power hungry it led to his rebellion and death. Counsellors sometimes have little tricks like - for you to think about someone historical you admire or contemporary and say what it is about that person that draws you. I'll say no more about that ...
So there seems to be something here about power and something about forgiveness. Naturally I don't know what it is all about from a distance. But it matters to you of course.
I've revived a touch this evening.
alphadog1 | November 19, 2011 - 14:59
re a touch I'll check it out later... Yes... I have no idea why I entitled this piece with his name... it simply popped into my head... there was no reason for it to...