I Curse

I curse my halo and wings
The pure white robe, I've worn
And the crown upon my head
This golden band

These things
You have placed upon me
I curse the day, that you went away
And every day after

I curse my unable tongue
And these lips
For they have swallowed my mouth
They produced; only fits

I could not impress them upon you
The hurt or the want of you
Or how much I do love you
And love you still

I told you that night, that we shared each others flesh
That were I come from, this was a marriage
Though you thought, I was trying to be romantic
But, that was it, I was truly being serious

I told you that my kind; did not believe, in divorce
That we considered it, a fate worst than death
Only I can't die; you see, yet I walk through it
Death, I mean

For my life has escaped me
But, just not my weary breath
If, I could have allowed myself too
I would have caught you up

And placed you into an immaculate
Golden cage; filled
With all that your heart could desire
Yet, only it would still be defiled

Strong and silent, just a cage it would be
And that, just could not be!
For thee
Or for me

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

— Sinbadthesailorman, Jan 10, 2008

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: U.S. A. Indiana, Valparaiso, USA

Favorite Poets: Robert Frost, Walt Whitman, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Carl Sandburg these I have read some And so Many More. I have no Favorite or any that I dislike. Whom I consider to be poets; of course there are many Dark and hateful souls, who would cry out and to I will lend an ear, but some. They just leave a awful taste in my heart that I can not bear to read twice. Let alone as many times I would do normally; as I must.

Critiques

RSScheerer

18 years 4 months ago

Loved and lost

I think that your language use and word choice are your own. The title fits well with the theme and internal logic of the poem. Pattern and pacing are a personal decision for me, so I always assume the same of any other writer. The beginning and ending are consistent; a story of love and loss. Maybe it could use some editing, but that is something for you to consider in this piece. ~ Ronda

Sinbadthesailorman

15 years 11 months ago

Ah love and loss a kanumdrum, a myth do we lose the love?

Or is it rearranged or changed or do we dig a hole and toss it in. I Was trying to do some thing along the if you love some one let them go theme. I often wonder if one ever truly finds love. What is love? A gift? A curse? A puzzle waiting to be put back into its box. I rather settle for devotion and loyalties now a days. I would almost settle for contentedness now. The word LOVE now a days the word needs some redefining LOVE is over used, almost has no true meaning, yet it is sought after more feverishly then gold. It seems some mistake being freed up as being set free, giving one the freedom to chose is a dangerous game, most prefer to be bound or resticted in some way. As I do not and find it hard to restrict others. Those who are not obligated when taken from the stream, become a fish out of water and when placed into a tiny bowl confining them and then depending on some one else to change the waters, they become this type of fish out of water. I don't wish to keep things or loved ones where they no longer wish to be,or to confine them, but so wish them to stay bound on their own accord by their words and vows Donnie/Sinbad