Duomo - Dôme

[~Sophia~]

Duomo - Dôme


Forgive me Father for I have skinned my knees again
and it’s been a lifetime since my last confession:

While poking around under the Princess’ pink wikiup bed
(looking for her faux pearl necklace) I found

the little cross I’d lost instead and being human,
couldn’t resist the temptation to slip into
its silver phosphor one last time but

I’m not good at playing the part of a transcendental
gila girl wobbling on the dash board and I can't
keep wallowing in this desert

because there are miracles waiting in perpetual cities.
You see, I just have to anoint my bone-dry eyes in
the myrrh and frankincense of their marrow

lionize those profound gods of Sistine Chapels
and yet - in leaving Father, I confess
I’m only looking for you in them.

En el nombre del Padre, del Hijo,
y del Espíritu Santo
Amén.
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Note: This poem is about my hope to leave the desert one day soon and fulfill a lifelong dream of living among the ghosts and works of the masters of architecture, art and literature in Paris, Italy and perhaps even Prague.

[cogs]

i agree, it's about the spirit. in the desert, the indians had their own spirit and art. this poem improved as i read... got better with each line.

[~Sophia~]

Thanks cogs though I've made some edits now... hope you still think it works!

[Virgil]

It's cute Sophia. Nice word play. :)

[DanBierce]

I think this reads very well. Fine work. My advice: Stay in the desert.

[~Sophia~]

Hi Virgil... if you only knew how I agonize over leaving here LOL!!!! (thanks!)

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Hola Dan ... thanks and no thanks. I really am not good in Hell's Kitchen! LOL

[Pendragon]

Very good use of metaphor and images to tell your story