Absalom

By alphadog1

Thu, 10 Nov 2011
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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.

Certificate PG
Poem
Autobiography

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Submitted by alphadog1 on
first draft.

 

Submitted by alphadog1 on
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.)