By Way of Explanation
MHKnuckles

As a student, I hated the rigid structure in which poetry and literature teachers often chose to instruct and cajole us to adhere to.
Interpretation was a particularly sore spot for me. I was convinced that if you couldn't understand a poem it wasn't worth the paper it was written on.

My dismal grades reflected their disagreement as well as their upper hand on the matter. I also held the defiant stance that one individual’s interpretation of another's prose could never be absolute. This was an academic battle for which I often came away bruised and wounded.

I swore that I would NEVER pen a poem that would require explanation. I also in my adolescence, swore that I would never be like or do like my mom (whom I love enormously). I have now evolved into her reasonable facsimile and I desire to explain this poem.

Though I leave it for the most part to your interpretation, I will offer this attempt at elucidation.

Imagine or recall unwarranted hurt, inflicted upon you
by someone you love.
Imagine or recall the parallel anguish of realizing you've inflicted such hurt
on someone you love.


Wounded

Painful...the revelation
of unwarranted hateration
spewed not from one expected,
but from the heart long protected
within a fortress of affection.
Disheartening…the delusional misdirection;
the subsequent consequence of an iniquitous infection
that stealthily germinates
the bitter bile of irrepressible hate.
A besieged sentinel heaths a weary, labored breath…
a frustrated effort
to circumvent the impending death
of the beleaguered, desire to forgive and forgive
and the divine requisite to give and give
from an everlasting reservoir
like only to that of the Savior.
Regretful and forlorn
beats the tainted heart of scorn;
forced to humbly concede
to the truth of its disease,
and the sobering realization
of its role in the victimization.
For in this twisted parable
the Samaritan has been wounded
and propriety imprudently precluded,
at the very hand of the soul
who lay beaten and robbed
on the road to Jericho.

Unholy Desires

Stolen glances
Hidden blushes
Stolen moments
Secret desires

Why, why why
Do I feel these desires
Unwanted
Unneeded
Unexpected
Yet
Yet, the yearning is there
Hidden
Longing
Raging
Calling

How can I escape
How can I avoid
How can I ignore

Two people
Different lives
Different obligations
Different commitments
Same desires
Unholy

Run run run
Escape
Run
Faster
Faster
Away from
The unholy desires you feel



@CandyG 2008

THY WILL
MHKnuckles

There are many times
I long for things I realize
can not be mine…
should not be mine.
I try to convince myself
that what I want is what I need,
regardless of whether or not
it’s good for me.
But only fools believe
there is no price to pay
when your perfect will
we choose to disobey.
I surrender all to thee.
thy will be done in me.
Thy good and perfect will
be done in me.
Thy will at every waking hour
shall supersede all my desires.
Thy will intended for me
to live each moment righteously.
There is no prize
that I can surmise
to be worth the sacrifice
of your gift of eternal life
I surrender all to thee.
Thy will be done in me
Thy good and perfect will
will be done in me.