Bodies Unbound — A New Vision
Let us wander back before the echo of curse,
to a garden that whispered life in every leaf.
What if the first cry was a hymn, not a penalty,
and her strength was never meant to bow beneath pain
but to rise, unashamed, from soil both dark and warm?
Imagine that the fig leaf was never a verdict,
but a trembling promise of wonder yet to come.
Our bodies, then, were never drafted for blame—
they are the original language of touch and breath,
a story written in curves, contours, and quiet trust.
Here, desire is not a fault born of anger
but a gathering flame lighting two open hands;
a shared voyage, charted by mutual longing,
where shame dissolves like dew in morning light
and each spark bonds us, steady and unclaimed.
So let us lift the old tale from its hushed margin,
turn its brittle lines toward a broader sky.
What if the founding text was never meant
to cage this union in sorrow’s tight embrace,
but to beckon us to dwell in wonder, flesh and soul?
In this unfolding, we stand beyond misread lore—
not as heirs of grief but architects of grace,
sculpting bodies unbound, unburdened by blame,
where every curve is voice, every breath a bridge,
and love, at last, finds its home in liberated flesh.
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When you post a poem, you are
When you post a poem, you are not just filling a screen, but creating an event because of the quality of your verbal artistry. This particular poem, a reimagining or new interpretation of Genesis 3 approaches its subject with a new perspective but takes it place among the best of ancient iterations of the sacred subject. I especially like the way the poem moves from wandering, in line 1, to settling in a dwelling of wonder in line 20.
Coerulescens
Your generous reading brings
Your generous reading brings the poem to life, dear S74r5p4r3d; seeing it as an event rather than mere words captures exactly what I hoped to spark. I’m thrilled that the journey from wandering to wonder resonated with you, and your thoughtful praise inspires me to keep reshaping such themes into fresh, shared experiences.
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The reshaping of ancient
The reshaping of ancient themes (in order to bring our attention to details to which we have become jaded or forgetful) is, in my opinion, one of the supreme functions of Poetry. In that way, Vergil expanded the tale of a minor Homeric character to give us the epic beginnings of the founding of Rome itself. In that tradition, you demonstrate your innate talent and high degree of verbal skill as a Poet. To see it done on this site is one of the blessings that have come to me of late.
Coerulescens
Thank you, StarSpared, for
Thank you, StarSpared, for such a graceful celebration of poetry’s power. Your point about reshaping ancient themes to awaken our jaded sense of wonder strikes straight at the heart of why I write. Vergil’s expansion of Aeneas’s story is the perfect example of how a poet can turn a minor footnote into the bedrock of an entire civilization’s myth. When we spotlight the overlooked, we invite readers to rediscover the roots of their own curiosity and awe. I’m honoured that my work on this site has brought you a blessing of renewed attention to detail.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver