'Lake Nemi', 1857 George Inness |
she cut paper lilies, said
they were behind storm clouds white
and perfumed them with the moment when
my homing pigeon parlance magic
had worn off, she said a spell is never a guarantee
it is nothing more or less than one wax to full
opportunity and slight squeezing
of what I would bargain away
for peace, power,
love or understanding
how surrender could complete
an inside of me...
circling like ghosts
inside time's
great elasticity
our concern for how
the human soul
chooses its bones
is an archer
it places pestled gypsum enamel
colors to pour over its eggs
and treasures to bury
for when wish reverent Autumn
would be coming to harvest again...
there is an old farm
in the valley
beholden to wind
it knows to tell us
the same story
over and over
each time though
from a different when...
rain is exchanged ash
children Prometheus
made from dust from mountains once
with everyone to the sea eventually
and back again...
consciousness is aware you wear
its' charged particle adherents
it bathes outer hollow piezoelectric fields
burrowing into what a heart burns with
consciousness never needs directions
and can be greasy easy ecstasy mobs
to aggregate aggravating masses...
the oceans and sky play a game
rivers and lakes are couriers
and courtesans things they remember
things they forget
their lads and lasses
are poets and lovers
ribbons of oars
and torch born tales
of what souls can't cage...
to throw bones and die
to read faces in scents
to count seasons in clouds
to climb trees above high
I chant a name
over sandy silt
and make ripples
with my toes in the lake
I swear by casting words
with an old cup of rainbows at night
playing music, catching chimes...
I'm at her shore palms up
craning my neck
praying, I suppose
I can lick every bit
of her ache falling
like poplar seeds
early March here still
but I am dreaming of May
through August though...
EJR ©
Dīs Pater came riding too
ReplyDeleteshe said his scene
would be bleeding
with cunning folks
while I walk my dog
on the other side...
EJR ©
A beautiful tribute to Diana. The opening line is my favorite.
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ReplyDeleteThank You so very much for saying so...your piece too, was an enjoyable peruse...!
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