I live here
Twice on Sunday
Where I stand swallowing cold air
Most of the time I meditate
And the message believes me
Bending my blue garment unloose
Amazed compassionately idling
In the hum of my voice
Witnessing this wait
My lecturing best
Linguistic settling fate
Curling grass for sun
The sun thinks nothing of this
She is mystical and wild
Tired of my dark crime
Prefers my trembling gentility
It’s loving kleptomaniac decor
Wandering flowered parallels
Trusting my spirits aftertaste
Apologies let me explain
Under this roof they sit
Rising the words of this poem
Loosening my simple face
Craving my generations gone
Their tidal kneed cribs
The ancestral headstone puzzlement
Where lions once caged their roars
Refusing the heart eased feed
Tonguing unhappiness anorexia
Setting my mad brilliantly free
Sighing dust particles
Fusing their death in my dreams
For you
I have abandon’d my theme
Which does not appear comprehensible
Your love was all
For I have missed you
Your faithful goodbyes
Touching this personality in the midst of my thirty seventh year
Hovering steadily defining my previous life
Why?
Why me?
I don’t want this knowing
Of universe versed lines devouring force
Vivifying the modernized greed
Anticipating uncivilized religion
For I seek nothing but natural death
The actual living light of rapture and adoration
Carefully knowing in the luminosity of it’s own
So much to admire here, so much sincerity of voice. Of all else, I must say one line in particular appeals to me still–personally–”Setting my mad brilliantly free.” … Oh, yes indeed.
It’s my maddening truth, thank you.
your mixing of unique words really enthralls me Mari… so much to read in here, i liked it so much
by the way, is that your hand writing? very pretty, i envy it haha!
Handwriting is as moody as a muse. Wish it was better, thank you for liking my ramblings
Such a commanding piece of writing, and delicious to read. Love it Mari.
Thanks Pete
So contemplative three stanzas from the bottom to the end…Very deep work…baring your soul again
That soul, always dragging me to sun
Thanks David..
This is hauntingly beautiful. You’re work always amazes me, usually for its playful language. This had a more serious and delicate sound to it. As I said, hauntingly beautiful.
this section of your piece below speaks very loudly to me. very nice overall…)
“I don’t want this knowing
Of universe versed lines devouring force
Vivifying the modernized greed
Anticipating uncivilized religion”
You never cease to amaze me Ms. Mari! Brilliant, personal, honest and charged with feeling. Thank you for sharing your gift.