Body Mine
Author: Unknown
Body mine which house my soul,
Ask I you,
Pray not withhold,
Answers which I seek of self,
Answers only,
Not for wealth,
Not for love,
And not for joy,
Not for peace,
Or foes destroyed,
All I find,
In wanting heart,
What I’ll be,
When you depart?
Corrupted sponge within my head,
What beliefs do I portend?
Sanguine drum within my breast,
Whom do I admire best?
Able arms and fingers quick,
Might I mold a world so sick?
Noble leg of muscle sprung,
Towards what destiny I run?
Seeing orbs still seeing naught,
Look around, what hath I wrought?
Aural pinwheels perched away,
What subtleties do I betray?
Shoulders broadly proud and straight,
Can I bear a worldly weight?
Stalwart gut of iron clad,
Sense I emoted contraband?
Silver tongue of caustic tone,
Do I offend and stand alone?
Body mine which house my soul,
If my request may be so bold,
Tell me truth of questions posed,
Tell me destiny betrothed.
Blighted shadow, future day,
Always must it end this way?
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Posted: May 2010
About this poem:
This is one of my earlier poems, let me know what you think.
Comments (4)
I liked it though!
rob
Can one trust Corrupted sponge within my head for Answers which I seek of self? I love the translation of sound into sight conveyed by Aural pinwheels but wonder at perched away. The poem evokes the struggle between self-confidence and Blighted shadow. Thank you for sharing.