patina strike again
MILK AND HONEYFor Robert, on his birthday
Pour forth the gentle slope,
Even out the kilter,
A touch of hand to heart,
In open display—
(This ain’t transparency we’re talking, bub)
If granola is your measure,
Take it,
Take it wild and pure,
Chaff and wheat,
It’s all there,
The Promise Land,
The micro-nuclear bunny,
The infinitesimal ambrosial honey,
Fragments, if you will,
Held in the palm of your hand,
Held in the palm of your heart,
We all rest there,
Lions in joyful lair.
[patina: 16 January 2008]
Labels: ancestor worship, hardly missive, tess of the d'urbevilles
posted by murat11 at 1:13 PM
4 Comments:
Very nice, Paschal! Happy Birthday to Robert! I think you captured him nicely. Gentle slope, even out the kilter, touch of hand to heart. Very nice. The image really fits the words. It all fits Robert.
Joy!
Thanks, Lee. This was a pat + tina = patina poem. The title was copped from the name of a convenience store in the movie "Juno." Thought it a cool name for a poem and a 7-11.
This is delicious, pure ambrosia.
"We all rest there,
Lions in joyful lair."
Dig the snug magnificence of it all, cud'n.
Thanks for the shout, Ms San.
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