Poem – Page 31 – Poétique

Grandiflora

With a grandiloquent tongue
The boy could not tell a tale
Not even one could go unspun
Without the flowery need to
Spin the words forth hence
Were always chiming out
With eloquence for even in
A wake of abrogating tide
His inner workings pushed
A gale of winds with currents
Positive and wide and so the
Outbursts became inbursts
To protect the shiny smiles
And his sense to make the best
Was what he wore to yield the
Wilds but still with all the
Gorgeous things that could be said
There rested stories left unshared
Inside his head and thus he
Needed safe passages and places
To commune and let the words
With ease flow out to not implode
Find a place wherein the sagas
Could be shared that he did hold
So unsaid words were trickling out
Unexpectedly he found them
Eventually creeping and seeping
All about the tiny cracks between
His tightly fused upper and lower lips
His feelings were determined
To be heard and oozed unhinged

All Along

Luminescent water
Reflecting colours of tomorrow
Tells the story like tea leaves
Manifests resilient decadence
At any pace without a metric
Need to arrive at any specific
Time just when it comes
So in the interim the immeasurable
Divine mechanics cohere their
Turning and we show up
As the curtain opens in
A foretelling destiny had been
Predicting all along

Hightech

It’s hard not to eat my appetite
It’s controlling me but I stopped it
Very futuristic the message is
No consuming is necessary just
A special kind of sunglasses
For communication and making love
With our hands simply by touching
Alone is enough to send it home
When you can’t resist
What comes out of your lips
Turn of the century twister
Pull the cords through the elastic band
No need to say a word because
Everything is heard learning to speak
With your mind takes time but
Proves possible holding onto
Your corner of the universe
Even though none of it belongs to you
Two separate camps
Two different worlds
What do we subscribe to?
We take it with us or you are
Leaving it behind bury it with you
Like the Egyptians did for all time
Still the truth is unearthed
Every speck has been acquired
Two phases of this new life
Even a true purge is only
Removing it all including the kitchen sink
It’s all with us until we are stripped bare
On the other side of the veil
You could hear children playing
Someone was humming a song
Something about riding a white horse
So familiar the lyrics and the tune
Fast winds and scenes from
A red leafed tree giving up
A burning offering to gravity

Alcove

What is the anchor that is
Traveling with me while
I am idle like a boat at sea
I find my anchor in thee
Variations of this weight

In my life held on by others
Finding the strength of a
Kingdom in the midst of the
Valley around the fjords
But not in everyone or everything
You ignite me

Different categories in particular
Selective to the point in which
The sail catches winds of
Curiosity and I am inquisitive
About you a querent on the waves
Steadily basking in the fairytales
And stories of the life you have beheld
Share them all so that I might taste them

What deliciousnesses you have
Uncovered in the brine and ports along
A coral reefed life of scratchy
Tragedy and glorious unexpected
Pentacles of treasure that will
Return you with the power and the
Grace your hunt has won if to be triumphant

Seeking what is sought or conjured
Up what magic brought the
Manifesting of an anchor so worth
Serving the nostalgia of a path
One’s feet would find so sweetly deserving

I rest mine here with you…

A Capella

Lighthouse in dark times that don’t
Always feel bleak she argued her point
Burning plane down in flames
I could feel the dead weight
At least one hundred feet behind me
Dedication to dependence
I begged for self sufficiency
Growing up I wanted to connect
Deeply and wholly with someone
This is terrifying to anyone who
Has never felt that kind of love
Marching on then Hollywood becomes
Leaves dancing around us
Like an invisible tornado
In the morning and at night
Bright lights and disco tiles
For awhile until even that wears out
Spray a little oil onto things to
Keep them up and running
Maintaining the worthiness of
A heart that longs to be trusted and opened
A woman appears out of nowhere
Approaching with something
To be read because she is illiterate
Not even one language
Can be calculated and all the while
Here I was juggling five trying to
Accompany my ancestors in the
Afterlife with so many wind tunnels
To get there but no color or wall
Preventing the sun from
Shining through the undetectable lines
That are strategized when trying to
Make contact with someone
So you push harder and you
Grow stronger and you love like
You want and you determine the hue
Of the electrical field that is
Mesmerized around you in a capella
Solemnly or solo not without purpose
But with enough grit to hold onto
Yourself until the next embrace
Arouses the ability to serenade someone again

Articulate

Sacred woods were kept
Ancient prayers were said
Our foreheads pressed together
Reciting hymnal things
Barely awake and barely asleep
I was following directions
I knew the most powerful
Words had been spoken
I had repeated them as I was
Instructed to do so not once
But twice in an hour long gap
I stood up from the sitting
Arrangements to meet you
In the hallway heads in unity
Hair pulled back we slid down
To the ground slowly in harmony
Repeating the oracle chants
Never like this for this is the
Only time it is ever like this
And we repeat the resounding
Process again to confirm the
Treasure of its force an encumbrance
Of seance and spirit what sorcery!
To feel loved and connected
So deeply as the words seal
The echos through all time
Only like this ever this way
A matrimony of holy joy
In a peaceful reverence
That is the language of
Petroglyphs heard
Yet still unspoken

Lovetail

The story of love must be told
Many times before it has been
Looked over and tossed around
I’ll just close my eyes for a minute
See if the maudlin moment passes
Shine my shoes and eat less
Brush my teeth early so as not
To be tempted by myself
Or is the temptation coming
From somewhere else!
O, no bother to run up and down
The stairs of my mind it’s always
A sane distance traveled
I haven’t had a cry out in years
Silent tears and sobbing at the
Loss of a loved animal is to be
Expected oh yes there was a wail
I spooked my coworker
Thought I should go home
But that wouldn’t bring my dog back
So I worked and hid my tears
Even from the other family members
I wanted to be strong for all of us
Once again the story of love
Absolutely must be told many times
And also in many different ways

Rocking Chair

She never thought I was a good writer
Or really had anything worth saying
Worthy of her eyes to be read almost
Beautiful enough to look up from
Whatever was more important but still
Tragically not enough to remember or
Care that it happened “just not her thing”-

Accusations for adoption; what else?
And so I was born into a world that
Wished kidnapping by some genie
To have been dropped off generously
By a courageous stork in Bornholm
Where the roe deer and hares
Would be left to raise me still
Their ears would turn to listen
To my songs and echo my words
I suggest it might be like a Snow White
Situation although the dream was
Always that the mother would be
The understanding loving ear to
Listen through a channeled heart that could not
Preen itself without the caressing knowledge
For what the psalms of her boy
Would scribe but time passed on without a harp
And the web grew colder

And the need grew stronger
Bite clenched deeper for to pierce
The flesh of his soul was the only
Capable reaction he could query
Extract out from a lady who doth not hear
What rendered love wished to
Be heard in pure even from a rocking chair
The carpet or a tree if everything
Around her was that it could be
Beautiful except were it from me
No wonder the second guessing
Many years after lingered on

Solitary

As the fog was slowly lifting
From around the edges of the
Dimly lit lamp post I could see
In the distance it was all still hanging
Congregating with the firs
My hands had not yet warmed
Adjusting to the eminently
Cooler air more than was the day before
The crunching of shells and seeds
Beneath my boots and an array
Of differently colored leaves
Quiet now just the drips of
Early nights rain and the slow
Subtle humming of a machine
In the background idles
Still no smoke from chimneys riding
Through the sky but the dream
Of living this life beats strong while
Walking in it became more apparent
If to survive like a lone dog
In Mexico that people occasionally
Put food out for or a solitary sandpiper
Wandering the archipelago
Asking for nothing in particular
Perhaps the only breakfast of
A grasshopper or the comforting
Of a sun and stream though the
Days are full of little things to
Remind us we’re alive often
We are peddling about the earth
With aimless meanderings

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