s a d d i s h

August 9, 2020

“It’s a desperately vexatious thing, that after all one’s reflections and quiet determinations, we should be ruled by moods that one can’t calculate on beforehand.” ―

                                                           George Eliot, Adam Bede  

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She’s  pulled  up  stakes.

For fulfilling dreams wait for her there.

Somewhere else.  Somewhere farther

From this dry dream here.

I love her so I can let it go.

From two hundred to twelve hundred

Miles to walk, away.

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It  stands  to  reason  that

I understand  It’s a good plan  to move,

It gets me in the throat.

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I  could  call  it  logical.

get it./ We’ve yet to use unwise  love.

“I’ve got a good hooded coat.”

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I  guess  it  made  some  sense.

It got me to make  no move.

It got me in my throat.

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It’s all  a saddish  & maddening wishing well.

I’m still a man

Who can sit so still

 

 

STRONGHOLD

June 8, 2020

SOMEWHERE IN IRELAND (ages ago)

              STRONGHOLD

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“I believe that a thought has just gotten caught
In a place where words can’t surround it
It concerns the years past and the shadows they cast
And my path as I walk around it.” -John Prine

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Advent, even I wait on as

silent partner in this stronghold.

Before I go on,

I’ll go on & make sure

The blinds are drawn.

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When I’m

Aware/Awake It’s gone cold,

For me to know it,

I’ll go on & need you some

I’ll go on & remind me some

I’ll go and turn my life down some

I’ll sit myself down until

I’ll see myself still enough

To behold

We’re meant, both,

Silent partners in this stronghold.

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I’m fine with pining for  somewhere else

But I’ve not got a trace of sense

To embrace the opened-present tense

I’ll see my way to Calliopes call

The lines seem too long, too wide, an’ all

DREAMLAND boasts  “the most creative rides”,

So Go!

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There I take my place.

Stare off into space. 

 

 

the Muses of Uran

“The Muses Urania and Calliope” painter-Simon Vouet

NOT REALLY SPRING THERE

April 11, 2020

It’s not really spring there yet.

The thing is, I think that you’ve

Found out some hyacinths to wear in your hair.

Mushrooms are way out. Buds above maybe move.

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The bridge is too stark against blue of springs sky.

We’ll finish our trail then we’ll cross it halfway.

Feels we’re a vessel, overhead, just above.

We’ll be far over, and float, on our love, on our love.

We’ll proceed however,  from our bridge and our day.

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photo by Celeste

 

 

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That crap in yr creamy breasts  threaten us.

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I pray for the day

We lay our selves back

Just time on our back

I sing only songs that ring only true

Right to  only to you

In bed we’ll watch “Red Shoes”

We’ll leave off counting re-watching “Brief Encounter”

We’ll listen read & listen to Burton’s reading of “Under Milk Wood”

At least we’ll feast on a breading and cheese plate

At last we’ll  settle  in  safe

From cancer   and

From  wait.

LAST PAGE

March 10, 2020

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It’s the last page

The legal pad is over

At a fast pace

Just words have wandered off

I just waited for them to come

I just guess waiting is for the best

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It’s the last page

Which will never fill all out

Like a life will fill a face

Just stories scar the drafts of

Fictitious faces with..within these eyes

I just guess telling, sounds like, is for the best

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It’s the end page

The yellow pad is over

Seems like magic seems to be the case

Just word poems merely Grace the page

“Only I can keep my hearts claim”

I just guess poetry is unknowingly for the best

 

 

 

 

 

STILL WAITING

February 19, 2020

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All said, when waiting

Was a silent art, Worth it.

I must’ve been shushed.

 

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PHOTO-MIRCEAIANC  (PIXABAY)

 

H E A R T S A P A R T

February 10, 2020

 

You’re the only one I call Honey, I’ve ever called.

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Now,  it’s too quiet.

I fear  our embers  quiet

From the fiery glow

To firefly intermittent.

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Again, I can imagine and wish

When  we  can restart

Our  hearts  that

They will be re-nourished.

 

A barge I bet  can float through our wait.

Hundreds of roads apart, while  hearts,

Skin-wall near,  forever here,  & there with you   wait.

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O N E C L I P

February 1, 2020

door

I’ve dreamt.  I forget..

I only kept

One excerpt, one clip

I took back

Here to look back to

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You may see way down

To two  in the water,

Not drowned.

You could see that down there,

That they were freely moving.

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See

We ride out on

That river of grasses,

And that  for a while now

Made for the miles

Between us.

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We’d ride out on

The one door, the one

We always want open.

We’d ride one door,

Still open

Wide to a wide world.

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Advent, even I wait on as

silent partner  in this stronghold.

Before I go on,

I’ll go on & make sure

The blinds are drawn.

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When I’m

Aware/Awake  It’s gone cold,

For me to know it,

I’ll go on & need you some

I’ll go on & remind me some

I’ll go and turn my life down some

I’ll sit myself down until

I’ll see myself still enough

To behold

We’re meant, both,

Silent partners in this stronghold.

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( FROM A FULL WOLF MOON BEHIND ALL THOSE CLOUDS,/ PHOTO, MIN