DP Challenge – Time for Poetry
This Is Only A Test
You have placed upon me the burden of guilt.
Like the mind of a child, you are unable to understand.
Sitting in your pew, beaten up in the name of God
the ordained old man regurgitating to his church
how to think, what to think. Pulling
at your minds and hearts until you offer release.
As the sinner, I have begged for release
from your prison cell with bars made from guilt.
A bird on a tether is the image pulling
at my plight. My words, clear to understand
bounce off you, unforgiving as the walls of your church.
Poisoned. I do not believe in your God.
You preach of love and forgiveness. God
you say, has sent his messenger to release
us of our sins. Your sin practiced in your church.
Painted upon my chest. You beat me with your guilt
like the messenger before those that did not understand.
I run, I wait for the gust, only to feel the pulling.
You say you love me. The name of love is pulling
at my tether. Vows can not be broken, so sayeth God
so sayeth you. How do I make you understand?
Imprisoned. Suffocating. The scream needing release
or we will surely die together. Playing your card of guilt
you do not care. This is what you learn from your church?
Your mind is like the annual, watered by that church.
One purpose? One way? One life? Something else is pulling
at me, always pulling…always pulling. My soul, your guilt
both placed inside me. One by my God, one by your God.
I let the bitterness of guilt rest on my tongue. I choose to release
all you and your kind brewed upon me. Do you understand?
My words, my sadness, my sickness, simple to understand.
Clear for all to see, but you are blinded by your church.
Blinded by your short sightedness. If you should release
me, what would happen? What do you fear? Is your pulling
out of fear, out of commitment, ordered by your God?
What would be left if you dropped your arrows of guilt?
Guilt is your poison, I will no longer inject. Understand
I believe in a God, the same as you and your church.
The same God that instills the Pulling, the same God that gives my Release.
Google definition of a Sestina:
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1.a poem with six stanzas of six lines and a final triplet, all stanzas having the same six words at the line-ends in six different sequences that follow a fixed pattern, and with all six words appearing in the closing three-line envoi.
This is strong work, I felt joyful the ending offers release. Meaty material is on offer here and I enjoyed reading.
Thank you! I really appreciate that!
deep…beautiful…refreshing