I often speak
not often enough
of honesty
when it’s practical and lends itself lyrically
So, here I will weaken myself by revealing
a palpable fear
This dread haunts me in most aspects of thought
still I know its talents in matters of temptation
She tries to bend my whim to her words
He employs brute strength to muscle my conscience
They slide plug nickels, never bright pennies
I don’t understand much of what I do
What if we’re not supposed to
There remains a prideful integrity in placating my own selfish spirit
I grip this fiercely
The dismay of losing my voice pales my heart
There are glimpses of things I’ve seen
Wisps of smoke on horizons blazing far above my dark corner
Questions I ask my patient angels on loan and my personal demons on demand
Am I not at their measure
Am I not reaching enough
And my humanness does stall
And my heart does break
She, He, and They come at me in these moments
bending, prodding, soliciting me to fabricate with their designer colors
In weak moments, I fall to my knees in thanks, that I was born a willful child-listening to no one’s voice
but my own

Angel Cone

6 thoughts on “temptations

  1. Beautiful work AnnMarie I plan to volunteer at a puppy shelter in my town. But I need a little time of stable sleep and give myself time for a lot of diabetes education I must learn. My blood sugars have been awesome. It’s been because the bipolar med replaced has no raising high blood sugars. I spread the good word about your book in the hospital and wrote 2 musicals for a kind overlooked cook. He nearly cried.

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    • thank you, Dan
      I can think of nothing better than helping puppies – a fabulous and giving way to share, help and clear one’s mind in the process
      glad you’re doing well
      thank you for sharing my book – you are way too generous – much appreciation!

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  2. You know, this poem is very evasive–I haven’t a clue who/what you’re talking about … well, I mean I “do” know “what” it’s about, but the particulars I don’t know and don’t need to know (if in fact they’re even true; perhaps this is imaginative). Anyhoo, “plug nickels, never bright pennies” and “wisps of smoke on horizons blazing far above my dark corner” — God, gorgeous language (as is it all, but these lines knocked me out, made me jealous as a writer). The last 2 lines, classic, written by a woman who wants to play the piano upside-down. 🙂 You go and do it, friend. 🙂

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    • basically for me – it’s about not falling prey to what you as a writer/artist perceive readers and viewers desire –
      staying true to one’s own creative nature and not yielding to pressure
      thanks, DS

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