Many nights of molten wax
and the last wick of amber flicker –
leaving a grim imprint on my bed
among the linen haystacks;
upon the curled-up pillow corner –
an imprint on the wrist-words unsaid.
Many hours of begging –
tears shedding like old pigeon feathers;
falling, all dry like pencil shavings.
Many hours uttering,
shedding those feathers of my prayers
hoping they’d deliver some blessings.
They did not – not what I thought.
He won’t grant you your wants, but your needs.
He listens to prayers with wise ears –
He searches through the haystack
and finds the needle. He always heeds
our shedding prayers, our pillow tears.
Upon the curled-up pillow corner,
an imprint of the wrist-words unsaid...
Nathan Bednarek 2008.
Comments
MistakenMagic | October 29, 2008 - 10:08
It's great to have you back Nathan! I loved these lines;
'Many hours of begging –
tears shedding like old pigeon feathers;
falling, all dry like pencil shavings.'
Beautiful imagery throughout! Well done :)
Magic xxx
Nathan Bednarek | October 29, 2008 - 10:19
Oh, thanks Magic. I always value your comments.
This poem is very important to me because it really is true and the lines you quoted sum up the way I felt back when I had some difficulties in my life, but all has changed, now I am a Jehovah's Witness! ;-)
Love, Nathan.
MistakenMagic | October 29, 2008 - 18:34
I'm glad you've over come those difficulties Nathan! Is there any way I could sweet talk you into commenting on my latest poems? :p
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | October 29, 2008 - 23:42
Nathan - there is an ethereal quality to your (all too infrequent;-) poetry that has an almost hypnotic effect.
Also, there is that feeling that you are holdiback something. A deeper mystery that you have no intention of the reader unravelling.
But then, I guess, that it what is so appealing about your work. So ... don't ever change.
Tina
Nathan Bednarek | October 30, 2008 - 00:22
Magic, I'll leave you some comments as soon as possible. ;-)
Tina, thank you so much for your lovely comment, and I must say you're spot on. I do tend to hold back something in m poetry and especially in this one.
When I was getting baptized I felt something I never experienced before and I've been attempting to capture that in this poem. I couldn't. Whatever I felt was too great, too unique to put down in words; so instead of trying to describe WHAT I felt, I tried describing WHY I felt it.
Again, thanks for your comment.
Nathan.