Poetry / Even Glow, Even Far (Analysis)
I gave,
but sinned,
for I wanted to hold
and compassion is not ever hardly passion-
Never.
I sinned,
for I couldn't hold what held me
and even now, I cannot ever hold
this circle that brings its light to me.
I bow and cringe, hiding from the light.
I beg of it,
breathing close and hard and compressed-
I beg you-
don't forgive what I have done,
but rather,
exile me to the land of unlight,
because I don't want to see the heart's blood
cup and pool at your palms.
Dear my Sacrificial One,
My Christ,
Unicorn of the bleeding,
undying, whatever you are-
do not let myself shine in your glow,
while I am dull.
While I am dull with this my own quick blood.
Scorn me,
because I want you to love me.
Scorn me, please,
for I am nothing,
and nothings such as I am
are an insignificant nuisance.
Scorn me, dear god. Dear god,
hold me away from you,
so that I can be a fleck of filth
elsewhere.
Then all can forget my existence, please-
Mercy is the worst agony of all.
Oh, but do not let me tear
all of these milk mother and snow roses
to bits-
only so that I can be whole as something evil
that was once good.
Let me be humble, now.
I will serve you, my universe,
if you want me to.
If my service is of any worth,
I will give again.
Give all to you.
What do I say?
All of this time (the only word for it is time)-
all of this time passes into oblivion,
so it can shine forever,
like a memory so clear
I will never remember it.
I am so small,
whilst the others come....
Stars and clouds,
and stars-
and clouds.
They pass.
They are gone,
because they never stop coming.
It will never stop.
Hold me with your hands, my God,
I do not mind the blood anymore.
Forgiveness flows amongst us.
I will give you all the light that I have,
because one day,
it will go out.
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“and compassion is not ever hardly passion-
Never.”—this lands very awkwardly in my ears. is there another way you could write this line? or not. up to you.
“while I am dull.
While I am dull”—perhaps an undue repetition.
so far, this reads very choppy. some strong religious imagery, but it could be smoother. also, after the first stanza, you’ve jumped into a staccato of images and thoughts and it’s too jarring. to me.
and then you offer a line break and we’re back into a different (but very similar) boat.
you’ve got some great thoughts here, but it reads far too scattered. i’d only suggest trying to pare it down to make it read more clearly. make your stanzas tighter and pack more punch. you lose power as it stands. too disjointed.
but it’s got a lot of good in it.
it reads as a plea to a God/Universe/supreme being, begging for forgiveness yet feeling unworthy of said forgiveness at the same time. the narrator is conflicted and so the poem reads conflicted too, but not in the best way.
don’t lose hope. i have faith.
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