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Click herethis gold morning
lifts me magic blue
turtle tongues murmuring about
the irrelevance of the motion of stars
a trial and error
criss cross of meaning and movement
(deliver me from evil
oh yes
deliver me from the loud
bright clowns of heaven
recalcitrant angel-elves
tip-toeing through dawn
demanding higher meaning
demanding a shelf for mushrooms
demanding a self-reflexive conundrum
of self-doubt)
who knows the anvil of stasis
who knows the peacocks of passion
drowning in a bathtub of desire
gasping like puppies
round-tummied
on the verge of ecstasy
deny me nothing please
and please let me have the terror of it
all
Know why? Cause I've been saying for the past year that you are a wonderful writer; I'm so happy to see these comments. :) And I love the ambiguity of this poem--the way the poet is caught between the innocence of wanting to believe and the gently cynical awareness of a God with--well--a sense of humor. And, as always, stated with lush sensual imagery.
You've got a bit of post modernism going on there :) I hope you write more poetry. This was just fantastic! Your choice of words and the way you put them together created some truly interesting imagery. I especially like your last lines-- the point really hits home. Keep writing!!!!
loved that... "...loud
bright clowns of heaven
recalcitrant angel-elves
tip-toeing through dawn
demanding higher meaning"
wonderful phrasing... "loud bright clowns of heaven"
excellent!
jim : )
once that "my daughters turtles dont bite, see?" and then the female bit me...
this poem doesnt bite, it nibbles...brings wonderful, never thought of images to my brain...I really enjoyed it this morning, excellent work :)