Unobtainable

[Barbaria1]

Wow! Barb, how do you do it?!!! How many different, gripping ways can a crucifixion be described? You constantly find news ways to tug at our hearts and make us feel a portion of the agony and desolation of one crucified. Such a vivid description of this poor woman without an overemphasis on anatomy. I'm truly overwhelmed by your artistry.

My favorite lines:

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go,
even as life slips away,
in the hope that somewhere out there,
my soulmate hears my plaintive cries

If this doesn't get you, I don't know what will...

Thanks so much shevak ... I am blushing.

 

[Barbaria1]

Barbara must have a solid background from English literature. The thought choose of these cute words and their combination, give me the impression she speaks about her life experience. And that is literary talent!

And thank you Fox too!

 

[cxslave]

I am speechless at the beauty of your words Barb! They are truly so powerful and convey very real emotion even over the internet! . I agree with everyone's comments so far! Please never stop writing....

 

[Barbaria1]

I am speechless at the beauty of your words Barb! They are truly so powerful and convey very real emotion even over the internet! . I agree with everyone's comments so far! Please never stop writing....

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW Don't worry I won't. Thanks cx!

 

[Yupar]

UNOBTAINABLE

Death stalks me,
stares me in the face,
yet I want to live,
I want to love

Twelve long hours,
hanging on the cross,
naked, exposed,
defiled, degraded

Tired, exhausted,
cramped and weakened,
moaning, weeping,
in death’s cold embrace

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go,
my mind is distant, a thousand miles away
in another place, a land of dreams,
where love’s sweet face, shines bright-eyed on me

I hang my weary head,
my gaze casts down,
past circles and points,
on once proud breasts

Whip marks crisscross,
leaving angry red lines,
flecked with red blood,
marring soft white skin

Back arches, arms draw back,
body twists and writhes,
desperate gasps for breath,
collapse, slide back down again

Death has me in its grip,
it’s only a matter of time,
hope recedes, mind numbs,
how much more can I stand?

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go,
hopelessly, dreamily in love,
reaching, stretching, grasping,
striving for the unobtainable

It’s cruel, unfair,
to love and lose,
just as it is,
to die on the cross

I did my best, wanted more,
aspirations ran so high,
but fate intervened, the gods against me,
tried, condemned, sentenced to die

Heartache and teardrops,
my constant companions,
as I struggle and wriggle,
as I dance the dance

The dance of life,
the dance of love,
are so cruelly matched,
when hanging naked on the cross

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go
weak and dying, yet nonetheless,
reaching somehow, someway
to gain the unobtainable

My knees are bent,
arms outstretched,
pain-racked body at rest,
butt tight against the stipe

My tummy ripples,
with the strain of hanging,
but also in sympathy,
with a welling in my loins

I seek release,
just one last time,
my body primed,
arousal mounting

I see her yet, in mind’s eye,
imagine her tenderness,
the delicate lines of her mouth,
her warm embrace, sweet caress

Responding, swelling,
bucking, gushing,
surging, discharging,
burning and flowing wet

A fleeting moment,
it’s gone, it’s over,
so real, so very vivid,
she leaves me spent

My dying gasps, death now beckons,
the awful truth, I shall die alone,
my forlorn cries rip the night,
but no one hears, no one cares

Condemned to die this night,
nailed and naked on the cross,
condemned to lose, hope extinguished,
gone forever, my true love

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go,
even as life slips away,
in the hope that somewhere out there,
my soulmate hears my plaintive cries

So close, so near,
yet so very far,
seemingly within my grasp,
yet so unobtainable

I die


Barbaria, 2014

You make me wish to cry

Excellent writing

Bravo Barb!

 

[Barbaria1]

You make me wish to cry

Excellent writing

Bravo Barb!

Thank you Yu, and don't cry..there is always hope.

 

[admihoek]

Thanks so much shevak ... I am blushing.

is that possible? you and blushing.........................Tree sharping some more...................but it is great..............the poem

 

[roxie]

UNOBTAINABLE

Death stalks me,
stares me in the face,
yet I want to live,
I want to love

Twelve long hours,
hanging on the cross,
naked, exposed,
defiled, degraded

Tired, exhausted,
cramped and weakened,
moaning, weeping,
in death’s cold embrace

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go,
my mind is distant, a thousand miles away
in another place, a land of dreams,
where love’s sweet face, shines bright-eyed on me

I hang my weary head,
my gaze casts down,
past circles and points,
on once proud breasts

Whip marks crisscross,
leaving angry red lines,
flecked with red blood,
marring soft white skin

Back arches, arms draw back,
body twists and writhes,
desperate gasps for breath,
collapse, slide back down again

Death has me in its grip,
it’s only a matter of time,
hope recedes, mind numbs,
how much more can I stand?

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go,
hopelessly, dreamily in love,
reaching, stretching, grasping,
striving for the unobtainable

It’s cruel, unfair,
to love and lose,
just as it is,
to die on the cross

I did my best, wanted more,
aspirations ran so high,
but fate intervened, the gods against me,
tried, condemned, sentenced to die

Heartache and teardrops,
my constant companions,
as I struggle and wriggle,
as I dance the dance

The dance of life,
the dance of love,
are so cruelly matched,
when hanging naked on the cross

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go
weak and dying, yet nonetheless,
reaching somehow, someway
to gain the unobtainable

My knees are bent,
arms outstretched,
pain-racked body at rest,
butt tight against the stipe

My tummy ripples,
with the strain of hanging,
but also in sympathy,
with a welling in my loins

I seek release,
just one last time,
my body primed,
arousal mounting

I see her yet, in mind’s eye,
imagine her tenderness,
the delicate lines of her mouth,
her warm embrace, sweet caress

Responding, swelling,
bucking, gushing,
surging, discharging,
burning and flowing wet

A fleeting moment,
it’s gone, it’s over,
so real, so very vivid,
she leaves me spent

My dying gasps, death now beckons,
the awful truth, I shall die alone,
my forlorn cries rip the night,
but no one hears, no one cares

Condemned to die this night,
nailed and naked on the cross,
condemned to lose, hope extinguished,
gone forever, my true love

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go,
even as life slips away,
in the hope that somewhere out there,
my soulmate hears my plaintive cries

So close, so near,
yet so very far,
seemingly within my grasp,
yet so unobtainable

I die


Barbaria, 2014

Takes my breath away to read this....

 

[Wragg]

Takes my breath away to read this....

Barbaria can do magic with her poems.....I'm always right there with her, when she writes, and my heart is putty in her hands....

 

[cxslave]

Takes my breath away to read this....

Keep reading Barb's work you better get used to that feeling too!

 

[Fox-on-Cross]

Undeniably talent. A milestone in this forum.

 

[Blue]

Another early gem from @Barbaria1 Poignant in its detail...

 

[captivecuties]

UNOBTAINABLE

Death stalks me,
stares me in the face,
yet I want to live,
I want to love

Twelve long hours,
hanging on the cross,
naked, exposed,
defiled, degraded

Tired, exhausted,
cramped and weakened,
moaning, weeping,
in death’s cold embrace

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go,
my mind is distant, a thousand miles away
in another place, a land of dreams,
where love’s sweet face, shines bright-eyed on me

I hang my weary head,
my gaze casts down,
past circles and points,
on once proud breasts

Whip marks crisscross,
leaving angry red lines,
flecked with red blood,
marring soft white skin

Back arches, arms draw back,
body twists and writhes,
desperate gasps for breath,
collapse, slide back down again

Death has me in its grip,
it’s only a matter of time,
hope recedes, mind numbs,
how much more can I stand?

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go,
hopelessly, dreamily in love,
reaching, stretching, grasping,
striving for the unobtainable

It’s cruel, unfair,
to love and lose,
just as it is,
to die on the cross

I did my best, wanted more,
aspirations ran so high,
but fate intervened, the gods against me,
tried, condemned, sentenced to die

Heartache and teardrops,
my constant companions,
as I struggle and wriggle,
as I dance the dance

The dance of life,
the dance of love,
are so cruelly matched,
when hanging naked on the cross

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go
weak and dying, yet nonetheless,
reaching somehow, someway
to gain the unobtainable

My knees are bent,
arms outstretched,
pain-racked body at rest,
butt tight against the stipe

My tummy ripples,
with the strain of hanging,
but also in sympathy,
with a welling in my loins

I seek release,
just one last time,
my body primed,
arousal mounting

I see her yet, in mind’s eye,
imagine her tenderness,
the delicate lines of her mouth,
her warm embrace, sweet caress

Responding, swelling,
bucking, gushing,
surging, discharging,
burning and flowing wet

A fleeting moment,
it’s gone, it’s over,
so real, so very vivid,
she leaves me spent

My dying gasps, death now beckons,
the awful truth, I shall die alone,
my forlorn cries rip the night,
but no one hears, no one cares

Condemned to die this night,
nailed and naked on the cross,
condemned to lose, hope extinguished,
gone forever, my true love

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go,
even as life slips away,
in the hope that somewhere out there,
my soulmate hears my plaintive cries

So close, so near,
yet so very far,
seemingly within my grasp,
yet so unobtainable

I die


Barbaria, 2014

Inspired writing!