poem: "More"

Postby **EireWolf** » Mon Jan 19, 2004 9:59 am

More

There must be more

Than air in, air out
More than eating bland food
Or even savoring delicacies
More than going to school or work
Every day, for knowledge or pay,
But going because I think,
What else is there to do?

I know there's more!

Know it in the core of me
That little spark of You
Flares into flame on dry days like this
In moments when I stop, and allow myself a beat of time
To feel the pulse of You within my veins.

You live! You live,
And I allow myself to wither and die
When I have the Living Water within reach.
You live, not even a breath away,
And I refuse to breathe. Rather,
I watch myself turn blue in the mirror,
Because You did something I didn't like,
And I'll play this little game to make You change.

And so I slowly lose consciousness and You stand,
Patient, ever patient with my childish striving,
And you step closer and revive me with Your Living Water.
Just enough to wake me,
Not enough to drown me.
And when I wake, I complain
That You didn't give me enough
And still, You suffer to hear my cries.

Ah, me! I am blind, I cry!
With my eyes squeezed firmly shut.
The Light shines brilliant all around
And sometimes peeks through my laboring lids
When I let my guard down.
More! I cry, More light!
As I reach for a blindfold.
I fumble to light the lamps I've made
And I am satisfied
With the comfort of just knowing they are on.

Ah, me... I am most blind indeed.
Take my eyes, that I may see!
And trust not my own devices,
These artificial lights I have contrived
To keep me comfortably blind.

I know that there is more
Than what these carnal eyes will let me see.
I feel You in me.
The quiet whisper just below consciousness
That my spirit longs to answer with a shout!
My flesh strives to drown it out
By mentioning all the things I have to do today.

You live.
You share Your Life.
You hold it out to me
Like a cup of cold water on a blistering day.

Do I accept?
Or do I continue striving and sweating
And spurn Your gift
Because I haven't got the time?

(Can't You see I'm busy dying?[INDENT]You've got to offer more[/INDENT]
[INDENT][INDENT]Than just Your life.)[/INDENT] [/INDENT]

(c) Eirewolf 2004

Postby **Icarus** » Mon Jan 19, 2004 10:50 am

I didn't know that you wrote. You shouldn't have let me find out. Now, you will be pestered with requests for more if you don't post in the next, say two years.

Anyway, I like your poem. It reminds me of what I've read of me fathers.

Postby **true_noir_chloe** » Mon Jan 19, 2004 8:32 pm

Eirewolf, this is so great! :hug:

I'm glad you posted it. See, I told you I'd read it.

And, Icky is your new fan. You'll never get rid of him. *hehe* I'm playing with him. He's a great poet and it's something to have him like your stuff. Maybe this will start you writing again, ey?;)

Postby **EireWolf** » Mon Jan 19, 2004 9:16 pm

Aw, shucks... :red:

Thanks, guys! Maybe this will start me writing again; it's been a really long time. But since I usually write from angst, that's not such a bad thing. :sweat:

Icarus, you can see more of my writing at http://www.flactem.com/wolf if you like! Thanks for responding to my poem!

:hug:

to you both!

Postby **Mimichan** » Tue Jan 20, 2004 12:11 am

I really liked this poem. I feel privileged to be among such talented people. She draws AND she writes..

You will definitely have to post more :grin:

Postby **Icarus** » Tue Jan 20, 2004 6:32 am

[quote="true_noir_chloe"] And, Icky is your new fan. You'll never get rid of him. *hehe* I'm playing with him. He's a great poet and it's something to have him like your stuff. Maybe this will start you writing again, ey?]
It's true, few have ever gotten rid of me. Great poet? Maybe.

Icky? :eyebrow:

Eirewolf, I'm reading your site right now. It's good. For some reason, I like the formatting of declivitous.

Postby **wiggins** » Tue Jan 20, 2004 11:53 am

Wow!

That is all I can say. Praise God! :dance:

Good Job Eirewolf! :hug:

Postby **true_noir_chloe** » Tue Jan 20, 2004 2:27 pm

>>Icky? :eyebrow:

Sorry, did I offend you? It was simply a matter of typing four letters compared to six. I was being uber (note my use of new comp language, of which I don't really understand, but it's a new word for my vocab) lazy,:sweat: :lol:

Icarus.

BTW, I was wondering when more poetry would be added to "Diamond Disco?" And, since this is Eirewolf's thread I need to agree with Iesu and say, "please, add more to More." This can be your angst-ridden writing corner. :sweat:

Postby **EireWolf** » Tue Jan 20, 2004 5:20 pm

Yay! Go, angst! :dance:

Thanks everybody! :hug:

Icarus, thanks for the comment about "declivitous." I actually worked hard on that format. :sweat:

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