Tags
addiction to prefection, Faith, filtered water, Life, Marion Woodman, Philosophy, Poetry, prefection, purity, Random, seeking prefection, water, women, Writing
With delectable scrutiny she observes each
Drop of water as it passes through the filter in her Britta
She knows there is a common heritage
That exists in blood and water and gathers
All her senses to guard the gift
As it beads and falls into
The abyss below –
With an undefined hope she craves
Purity from this liquid
Witnessing only contaminated
Droplets reflecting what is
Untouchable
Once more she pours the water
Through the filter
She does not wish to die, not from
Filth hidden in what has promised purity –
Realization that life is all she
Ever possessed any game of
Chance with it has taken the fools lot—
“I want to live, not die,
I want to drink from the cup,” she cries out.
Warning denial is evident
copyrighted 2009 Like any addiction the addiction to being prefect sets chaos into motion – one of the best works I have read on this matter is Addiction to Prefection (The Still Unravished Bride) by Marion Woodman. I have read and reread it and is one of the works I keep close for reference.
Purity unattainable
Thirst unquenchable
Life unsustainable
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2009 Like any addiction the addiction to being prefect sets chaos into motion – one of the best works I have read on this matter is Addiction to Prefection (The Still Unravished Bride) by Marion Woodman. I have read and reread it and is one of the works I keep close for reference.