> I finished a poem recently that actually falls into the "pseudo-poetic prose" category. Since I'm not especially crazy about it and don't plan to submit it to the Poetry Pool, I'll just take the opportunity to post it here instead.

Why snub it!... Allow me to hazard a guess; the content of the poem is either too personal? Too emotionally risqué? Too exuberant in a mushy way that might make certain people squirm uncomfortably? :-) No. Your poem is good, and moreover if we're looking for relative comparisons, it's WAY LESS mushy than Solomon's "Song of Songs." In fact I think your poem (in English) has a continuity of depth that the biblical translations of "Song of Songs" might lack, because translations are so dauntingly literal that they exclude multiple meanings from the Hebrew poetry...


> Anything to keep the momentum of this thread going. :-)
>

...Anything to keep you happy, Issaliss. See below. :-)


> Iss "high on Prose-ac" achar
>
> **********
>
> words i did not have at the time
>
> Kiss me again!
> In the moment I broke from you,
> I knew nothing
> But the suddenness of parting,
> The brief, giddy tumbling of the mayfly,
> The unraveling of the world
> As its keystone falls away.
> Kiss me!
> The thirst of Tantalus is on me.
> Let me drink and drink
> And know nothing but the drinking
> Nothing but the press of your lips
> And the tightening knot
> In the middle of me.
> Kiss me forever!
> Let us cling to each other,
> Waist-deep in the midst of the Lethe,
> Past and future swept away
> In the current flowing around and through us.
> Oh, kiss me again!


Touch me again!
In the moment you broke from me,
I knew nothing
But the emptiness of longing,
My ears filled with far-off thunder
And my vision with the vast tracts
Of a distant wasteland
When its spring rainfall burns away.
Yes, hold me!
The hunger of Oureboros consumes me.
Under your caress alone
The tremulous fires burn sweetly,
Satin'd honey and cornsilk locks
Glowing from warmth to warmth,
Slowly loosening my Gordian knot.
Come, embrace me eternal!
Let the very flows of the Lethe
Be parched dry in prodigious recall,
Drawing the nectar of Mnemosyne to memory.
May this moment stretch forever --
Oh, hold me and kiss me again!