poem: beyond the miracle
for the black roseI initially balked,
the cumulative watts
bearing down on
the fusky nuts,
the amber prime,
the neverending plenty
of dewy decimaled
oscillations: you calve
your glaciers,
I'll calve mine, halving
the distance between
pleasure &
double entry,
bookkeeping the side bets
till wuthering claims
its spiritual climes:
venture into deepest space
and the vigorous
anonymity
extends beyond
the miracle-gro
tendencies of downright
signal virtue:
sunflowered virtue
hangs her head for
no good reason:
this tarry shall
merry in dew time,
a marrying conflagration,
tassel-beamed sentries,
organic play pens,
carousel capillaries,
a righteous finn:
sing into leopard night's
rusty truths,
partnered with simple
calibrations,
hands covering the gaze
as she sees her rain
in the halcyon bayous
of empyrean blue.
Labels: rosy black
posted by murat11 at 5:15 PM
7 Comments:
Excellent start to a festive birthday season... sending wishes to Tina for a wonderful birthday week and all the best in the year to come!
Does this mean Happy Birthday to Tina? Great poem. I love the images.
Hermanas: I will send your birthday greetings to the Black Rose. Don't want her thinking the celebrations are over. Best to you both.
It's not a birthday until I get a paschal poem. Thank you...my insides were waiting. Now I am sated. Love.
Merry in dew time, Mrs Baby. In dew time.
Belated birthday wishes to Tina and congratulations on a wonderful poem! I picture the two of you dancing off in the dark to the soundtrack of this poem like Michael and Pansy at the end of the movie :)
Thank you, Dee. I will pass birthday wishes on to your fellow Libran.
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