Spring, for Poem

Love is surfing with his sons in the South, where the light is different
and I am still wandering at sixteen, my skin blistering with the burn
Kindness is East with his tall-windowed house on the coast and his big dog
Running slow laps around in the mist
And making the bed for his lady love
She’ll come eventually, more patient than I
grateful and with armloads of well-tended flowers
Power's face looked shadowed and he had suffered through another death in the West
Beautiful, beloved Power only wanted sex, (or did he?) but I said no
Music disappeared altogether, somewhere North
leaving only a book on mythos and me, wondering,
Did I make him up twice? Am I that much of a masochist?
Those rolling eyes, those fluttering hands, the running into the street to grab and kiss me another time?
Passion lives so far away
A different continent I’ve never seen his tattoos or been able to read his words in another language
Better than mine
Never even seen his eyes or a proper photo of his eyes
But sometimes I imagine the arms sleeved in ink as a kind of harbor I will never visit
Who’s left?
Poetry!
In a jaunty hat and a wink, so familiar I’ve known him for lifetimes
Contemplating the shadows of goddesses on the wall the erotic metaphors of death
The way the right word is worth a thousand pictures
Inflorescence, let’s say
Or mellifluous
Or marl
Reminding me that every word uttered from the soul is an extension of the self
And every self is connected by the right word
And Spring, Spring has arrived!

Comments

  • francescalia Monday, 30 April 2012

    miss u 2

    miss u 2

  • Anonymous Sunday, 22 April 2012

    hmm. just read this and thankful for it. and miss ...

    hmm. just read this and thankful for it. and miss you (the guy with the big dog). xo

  • Spiritual Virgin Tuesday, 17 April 2012

    "Reminding me that every word uttered from th...

    "Reminding me that every word uttered from the soul is an extension of the self And every self is connected by the right word"Francesca, does this make every word right, then?

  • Angie Monday, 16 April 2012

    3

    3

  • Anonymous Saturday, 14 April 2012

    Awesome!!!!!

    Awesome!!!!!

  • Anonymous Tuesday, 10 April 2012

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=be0mRpzdAT4 You pr...

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=be0mRpzdAT4You probably heard this one many times at Phases. :)

  • Anonymous Tuesday, 10 April 2012

    So simple, to swoon if one for a single moment'...

    So simple, to swoonif one for a single moment's spinning twistbelieved, against hope(O how long against hope)that one's words might have reached --knowing it cannot bebut wishing it could bemewho touched her heart againand thenthere would never be end to Springand I would crown her Summeragainst all Wintersforeverand not even the snow could stop usour hearts too hot,and thawwould bring glasnostacross this Iron Curtain.

  • Laura Sunday, 08 April 2012

    This is a beautiful poem! I love your writing, it ...

    This is a beautiful poem! I love your writing, it is very inspiring to me!

  • Exitonpch Sunday, 08 April 2012

    Plant poetry, reap hearts and sunlight and the sha...

    Plant poetry, reaphearts and sunlightand the shadows behind

  • francescalia Sunday, 08 April 2012

    :) luv u

    :) luv u

  • Teddi Sunday, 08 April 2012

    i think poetry can stay. rock on!

    i think poetry can stay. rock on!

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