Monday, January 21, 2008

patina strike again

For 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]

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Blogger Lee said...

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.


3:08 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

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.

3:18 PM  
Blogger San said...

This is delicious, pure ambrosia.

"We all rest there,
Lions in joyful lair."

Dig the snug magnificence of it all, cud'n.

6:21 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Thanks for the shout, Ms San.

5:32 AM  

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