Morning’s Pardon

  • Morning brings we fallen mortals forgiveness and hope…
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    Morning’s Pardon

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    fallen into night’s embrace
    held down by dark shadows
    I writhe in the arms of nightmare

    would that I could rise
    into the light of dawn’s nod
    but I’m flesh, weak, consumed by flesh

    purity laid raw entangled in my sin
    skin to skin with my obsession
    restrained to roil in my transgression

    but soon the light of morne
    will fold itself upon me pardoned
    oh pray I not be too far drawn asunder

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2012

    39 thoughts on “Morning’s Pardon”

    1. This is a wonderful contrast to the jell-O last week but every bit as expressive, one poem to the other. Thank you for the depth and quality of your thoughts and for sharing.

    2. Love this interpretation, Rob.

      These are my favorites:

      “I writhe in the arms of nightmare”

      flesh consumed by flesh … nice

      “skin to skin with my obsession”

    3. I love your style .. you never fail to intrigue me. (PS, is there any way you could increase the font size on your posts? My 70 year old eyes work in overdrive here.)

      1. Hi Helen — I have the font size already enlarged. If you look at the font of the actual lines of poetry and compare it to the “rob kistner © 2012” that you see at the end of each of my poems, you will see that the actual lines of the poetry are twice as large.

        If that isn’t large enough, and you use a MAC computer, just hold down the “command” key while you tap the “+” key in the upper right corner of the keyboard as often as you’d like, it will make it larger, and tapping the “-” key next to the “+” key while holding the “command” key makes the font smaller again.

        If you use a PC with Windows you can learn how to do the same thing by going here>> http://www.microsoft.com/athome/setup/magnify.aspx

        Hope that helps…

    4. So true that each mornings sun finds forgiveness for all…… And that each day begins with a new breath… Rob this is by far my favorite poem of yours… Very well done!

    5. Dear Rob: Wow~! “Entangled in my skin” how we have this weight that seems to weigh us down no matter how much weight we have~we are measured, rather, in days and hours.

    6. Interesting poem. Since I reject the idea of original sin and the “fallen” nature of humankind, I had a dream of suffering once on “Good Friday.” I writhed through the night and the message seemed to be that although I was born innocent, if I rejected redemption by a “savior” I would have to suffer and redeem myself. I did. And then I awoke to a new day. Thanks for this one!

      1. Charles – in this poem, for me, sin has nothing to do with a ‘religious’ connotation. I am using it metaphorically, even satirically, to address our baser human drives and needs. This includes our shortcomings, our uncontrolled obsessions with anything to do with our flesh, our perceived weaknesses of spirit — and how the light of day often ‘delivers’ us from our wrestling through the night with our ‘animal’ nature. I am not necessarily trying to apply a right or wrong ethic to the struggle, simply holding up the struggle to look at it. I am agnostic, so this is the perspective from which I observe life…

    7. Rob, as usual an excellent write from you. Certainly captures that nightmare wrestle with ourselves.

      On another topic, I have a question about your blog site but I can’t find you e-mail address here to contact you. How do you make or capture the little pictures you are using for the writing and poetry prompt sites? Please respond in e-mail. Peggan@aol.com

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