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| Diana and Actaeon Jean François de TROY (1679 - 1752) |
"... tomorrow tomorrow creeps in this petty pace ..."
and the nymphs all sing :
what we desire today
mistress of the Moon
we'll hunt tomorrow
for there is
no sorrow
if forest marrow
be filled
with love
I stood toe to toe with knowing and blinked
for ignorance at times blissfully winked
I could not fathom or afford its knowledge
when love it seemed was at its best a blind edge
with which I could make hate encountered, rest
so I went begging for eggs surrey-ed in a basket
turning sky reminds why I mustn't go metal casket
and by chance or want, now is my life as it does bleed
for I knew never stop wondering with awe I need
to live surrendered in a moment, blessed ...
with you
my Venus
I am corpus
sanguineous
fed by seasons
wind and rain
surrender or tamed
it is all the same
your cuts are
a thousand
tiny knives
do your whispers
explain how
beauty holds me
a scent past
broken ...
yes
and
no spoken word
need be applied
when caught
by drift net
or tied bundled
then set on fire
with what I am
to myself through you ...
slow iron
temple-d
with rust
a mouth
an ocean
palms full
of how
I've left you
a gesture to come
towards me, again
EJR ©
Wow, what a wonderful read first thing this morning. My muse has something to say..
ReplyDeleteand the mistress of the moon
whispered time is now love is here
no need to worry about the monsoon
I hold back the tide, of your tears
here we stand in the wonder of June
burn the sage, and wisdom will appear
listen a whimsical song, a druid's tune
can you see the vision, it becomes clear
breathless hearts, in a trance like swoon
I am not sure where this came from, It is just pouring out of me, thanks for the inspiration on this Friday morn...I may have to work this one and see where it leads.
what we wear of her
ReplyDeletesends us underbelly
dew into rain
two hands cup
press fleeting evenings
June is all her breast
heaves and weave tales
to be told by unfurl
wet wings and all
wax to wane
and fall
muse and Moon
Deletewield and yield
dressed in the veil of night
ReplyDeletelost in blue shades of light
entwined vines they sang a song
heavenly stars danced along
tis better to fall because of love
than to never hear sparrows call
sorry, I don't know where this is coming from it has been speaking to me all day. I might have to put this together and give you a shout out for the inspiration.