Blind Master

[white camellia]

Deprived of the vision
He bears no ruth
No need to see the trail of time
--No one to await

He is the God of his own
The sound of his whip
Arouses the pure reaction
From the end of this vibrant rope

The relief of his hidden panic
A pleasure in the jerk
Feeds two souls that become one
On his slave's traumatic nape


(This poem is written with another poem that I posted somewhere else. Both take characters from Beckett's play Waiting for Godot)

[Star_Anise]

This certainly is quite solid, but I find myself confused by "He bears no ruth", and I find "his slave's traumatic nape" trite, for want of a better word, which is a shame, because the rest is likeable.

[Winifred]

uncomfortable SM poem. I guess ruth is a reference to Ruth in the Bible, following willingly out of love. Also, the word with no caps evokes truth. I suppose you mean "souls" to be ironic, otherwise it doesn't fit. I have problems understanding the last line, too. Shouldn't your word be traumatized rather than traumatic, and I'm not sure what you're doing with "nape"? Are you underlining words and meanings which are not here, as in Godot/God? I'm curious.