April 26, 2016

drinking in a whimsy steeped fortunate eye play ...............................................................................#NaPoWriMo2016






you said dive in 
bleeding only begins 
the fun and frolicking 

thistle wrist-ing 
flat stone skipping 
across a still lake at night 
do you count the leaves 
by tick, tock and pricks clocks play
or do you just watch 
poet stains pour themselves
between pain worn flowers 
and where all the water 
goes they ignore 

how sweet is 
the nectar scavenge 
of when we ravage 
with wanting to know
when what we humans 
have to give 
is the only temple 
that matters to anyone 

and as with most 
friends and lovers
we were at once 
and before brother sister 
father mother 
or any other of
the yay-saying familial 
or knots to be 
we question connection 
and particle adherence 
the empty valence shells 
spell out deep pools 
of wonder and awe 

are we meant for living 
while creative and free 
or is service to others 
meaning to be our wishful 
wistful wrists full 
of thinking we see 

rhetorically
the poem 
pretends 
there is an end  
here or there while 
expression lingers 
nearing a silence 
masquerading as 
an abyss that is
calling our names 
tide and sea 
walk in the rain
happy to be you 
happy to be me 

EJR © 

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