Impotent rage seethes beneath calloused flesh
    He seeks to destroy me
            His army of slags
Almost, we have lost many times
    Little deaths pile up
            Making corpses of feelings
        As hope grew distant, in discordia and despair
            Something awoke
Some memory of strength
    No longer knight protector
        I am skeleton woman
            Womb to tomb
I will lay his machinations bare
    Without bloodshed or his sinful twisting
        And reawaken myself, my inner soul
    Let him die alone
        A legacy of ash
            Immortality beyond his reaching fingers
As our family grows in strength and number
        Numerous as the stars
            Blossoming quietly
In the natural order
    Love calls upon life
And there is power in abstinence
    In the strength to deny baser urges
            Of chaos, corruption and war
    There is calm in knowing
        I can say 'No' 
This is the first poem I have written since high school. It came at a time in my life when I really felt the need to express myself in a different mode. Hope ya'll enjoy.
	
	
	
	
		
	
 
 
	
	
	
		
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i'me wondering if the beginning could come from somewhere else within the poem (mainly the first line) i'd suggest the 2nd line. had a hiccup with the 4th line but that could just be me. all in all i like it. i like how you took us on the journey to your way of dealing with life and the reality that we/you have a choice. 
thanks for the read.
 (01-27-2013, 09:42 AM)Pryderi Wrote:  Impotent rage seethes beneath calloused flesh whose is the rage, yours?
[ind]He seeks to destroy me
[ind][ind]His army of slags
Almost, we have lost many times
[ind]Little deaths pile up
[ind][ind]Making corpses of feelings good metaphor here and above for straws on a camels back.
[ind]As hope grew distant, in discordia and despair
[ind][ind]Something awoke
Some memory of strength expand a little
[ind] No longer knight protector
[ind][ind]I am skeleton woman
[ind][ind][ind] Womb to tomb
I will lay his machinations bare
[ind]Without bloodshed or his sinful twisting i like the concept of war without violence
[ind][ind] And reawaken myself, my inner soul
[ind]Let him die alone
[ind][ind]A legacy of ash
[ind][ind][ind]Immortality beyond his reaching fingers
As our family grows in strength and number
[ind][ind]Numerous as the stars
[ind][ind][ind]Blossoming quietly
In the natural order
[ind]Love calls upon life
And there is power in abstinence
[ind]In the strength to deny baser urges
[ind][ind] Of chaos, corruption and war
[ind]There is calm in knowing
[ind][ind]I can say 'No' 
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		Hi Pryderi, welcome to the site! A few comments for you:
You present an apocalyptic vision of what is probably a lover's relationship gone bad. The army of slags is a nice touch for the procession of casual infidelity as a weapon. Little deaths I'm taking as orgasms. You may want to pull up the making corpses to the little death line just to have the line break pop more. I am skeleton woman womb to tomb is your coolest image it makes me think of abdicating nurture and maybe miscarriage. Just some reflections.
I'd like to see you use more imagery instead of just telling us about the emotions. What does impotent rage and despair look like? Maybe ask that on every line and see where it takes you. Your symbols seem accessible. I think you just need to work on exchanging some of the abstractions with imagery.
I hope some of that's helpful.
Best,
Todd
 (01-27-2013, 09:42 AM)Pryderi Wrote:  Impotent rage seethes beneath calloused flesh
    He seeks to destroy me
            His army of slags
Almost, we have lost many times
    Little deaths pile up
            Making corpses of feelings
        As hope grew distant, in discordia and despair
            Something awoke
Some memory of strength
    No longer knight protector
        I am skeleton woman
            Womb to tomb
I will lay his machinations bare
    Without bloodshed or his sinful twisting
        And reawaken myself, my inner soul
    Let him die alone
        A legacy of ash
            Immortality beyond his reaching fingers
As our family grows in strength and number
        Numerous as the stars
            Blossoming quietly
In the natural order
    Love calls upon life
And there is power in abstinence
    In the strength to deny baser urges
            Of chaos, corruption and war
    There is calm in knowing
        I can say 'No' 
This is the first poem I have written since high school. It came at a time in my life when I really felt the need to express myself in a different mode. Hope ya'll enjoy.
	
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson