Scene 33: Absolution

Weeping hands in intertwined prayer
Begging knees of earnest layers
take lowly utterances of faults and vices
and strip them of their own devices

Bowing crowns in humble submission
Grounded sight in stained conditions
exorcise away the damned convolutions
and grant upon sweet absolutions



Soooooooo quite appropriately was this poem written for a specific purpose... besides the obvious meaning and symbolism....

Having had a long week (I started the week believing it was Thursday all day, only to realized it was Monday) that felt like I wen\t through it twice, I welcomed today like no other... And of course had a fantastic time....

Now, before I go to bed at 4 am, I realize that I had not updated the poem for yesterday....

And while it broke my rule, I've become too attached to this project to let it die today. And so hopefully, any and all followers and viewers of this blog will forgive me...

Obviously, this means there will be a second poem today.


However, I'm waiting for Karma to kick in. I've been trying to amass as much good Karma as I can, but it doesn't seem to be helping. Hell, I forgot this.

Hopefully things look up starting with last night and that this slipup will never happen again.

Wish me luck.

I'll need it.