is it your masculine presence my thoughts yearn
gloomy knuckled rheumatic me
messy war beds kneeling this night
paraphernalia resurrections
blowing skies
protesting protesting
bottles milking
baby dreams
father accommodate
this madness
flatten my sides
making your sea appear
stuff my mouth with it’s noise
father
in
you
my
hope
still
loves
under
water
close
to
death
i
forget
and
start
again
where
stars
draw
me
instead
The stars are that light–keep watching.
This poem is simply incredible – so much power, so much soul. Keep writing ~~ xo Love
I love that bearded noble old man of mine, thank you
Thank you ; )
This is incredible, Mari–love the end–so powerful, visceral, and full of yearning.
Thank you love!
Thank you Susan ; )
Reblogged this on onlinefunland.
Well thank you for reblogging me ; )
Robert!! wow thank you so much!!!!
this is so dynamic and the ending is just perfect
I had such a moment last night, obvious eh? Today was much better : )
THANK YOU truly..
Gorgeous Mari, so well expressed and executed. Lovely morning reading.
Thank you Pete!
And daughter sets example perfectly. loved it, Mari.
He is very dear to me, thank you so much!
Very awesome poem Mari…i love it very much and the ending was great!
Thank you hun