Constance, I am working on a poem right now that is soo luscious and really just sorta pouring outta me…I am not trying to stopper the flow or even shape it right now. It is just the gushing and bubbling up of deep things, layered in verigation and heavy with inference.
It will be in the future sometime when I am in the right space to begin sculpting, shaping, nudging things here and there…
So here are some poems from the past, in the meantime.
This poem is about a ton of things, and finds particular application to those who cast away on a foolish journey of thought and belief, or lack thereof…those who follow the siren calls of narcissism and nihilism so rampant in our world.
The Golden End
The irony (kind irony: is that “kirony?”)…the Kind Irony of this poem is that the Golden End is just the beginning…
Sail With Me?
What are your boats? “Empty yet not abandoned”?
The very cry of my heart, my soul, my all.
So…I am learning to dance on waves, walk on water. I have discovered my wings, and they are large…
Will you join me? The surface is as solid as what you look at…
This is the chocolate, right???
Ohhhhh YES! I pray that I don’t butcher it
You don’t butcher.
Awww sweetie 💞
Still skert I will botch it… Just like when baking
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