The Earth Goddess at Atlanta Botanical Garden photo by Steven W Lum © |
to burn in the turn
toward morning
with a love
for someone
throughout all
of eternity
and you are
a bread of life
Sun in the East
fireflies at the edge
of a forest at night
chasing
every poem
every ghost
whispering :
here, I am
at the altar
a beggar
w/plead
artistry
I serve you
before
thunder trumpets
tender bells and
un-toiled beasts
I bring flowers
for your hair
a satchel of petals
spared for
the rung with candles
bath I have drawn
I left the window open
as there is a nice breeze
this evening
and night
likes to listen
to women
and the sounds
water makes when
falling and pooling
to feel and be
all around them
is being quested
or arrested by love's
wordless plunder
worth it ...
ask any soul
who has lived
with love sickness
and you'll know
who doth bear torches
in heaven and hell
lighting the way
between dreams
and the lives we sell
for feasts, fools
and destiny alike
EJR ©
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ReplyDeleteIf all of us could just disrobe from role and form to be in the throes of our purer uplifting emotions, what a wonderful world this would be ... And poets are notorious for running with the smiles they encounter, headlong into words and such ...
DeleteFirst, That picture is gorgeous...it makes me want to tell her story but, I think you did a splendid job of capturing the essence of her beauty. "Love sickness" ah the beauty and agony of love and I'm not talking about physical love I am talking about spiritual love in the higher sense of being. I don't want to analyze your words I simply want to feel them. Thank you for opening my mind today to poetry in motion...
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