My Possum King

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  • hcrellers
  • February 5th, Friday morning, purple dawn... A moment like a poem, you wish you could hold it... I shut my eyes like it's frozen... it's gone when I open...

My Possum King

  You lay before me...

Seemingly still.

I know you're alive.

I feel you breathing...

Why do you pretend?

You should know I can see your soul shining.

 

Is it instinct?

I look at you...

Body cold, rigid…

You won't let me see you.

Awake for me...

Open your amber eyes.

I'm waiting.

 

I can see your heart through your armor...

A ruby glow, that beats to be free.

The war of death and living.

Why are you fighting?

It could be so easy...

Just lay down your weapons.

The war is only internal...

Peace still tangible.

 

I could kiss your lips softly...

The breath of love.

Wake up.

Fill your lungs...

And we can go flying.

Fall into the universe...

See the beauty possum king.

Drown the pain with happy memories...

Trust in love, in me.

 

I could save you...

If only you'd let me.

Don't be afraid.

I promise I won't harm you...

Just move.

Open your amber eyes.

Leave your kingdom...

God is waiting.

 

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ApaqRasgirl commented on My Possum King

03-16-2010

this had so much meaning I felt of love and death I think. thanks for sharing love Asha

MalikPeterson commented on My Possum King

03-16-2010

I like this one. the imagery is great...the pictures are dancing around in my head. The emotion is so soft...yet painful at the same time. The angst you feel for your king while trying to display warmth to him is a nice touch. I do say that you deserve some kudos :)

hcrellers

10/10/2010

:) Thank you so much.. i loved him very much.. he just was in a lot of pain.. but in the end.. i helped him out alot.. hes a much different person now

WordSlinger commented on My Possum King

01-24-2010

this is really good, creative, and to the point.WS

hcrellers

01/25/2010

thank you again for your kind words. this is my personal favorite.

The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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