yet another odd mysterious penmanship by a soul brother, to me,
he, will remain nameless, and me, as well, though my nomenclature,
my nome, my home, tells so much but not all...though writing and living only love poetry, is my chief preoccupation, it comes most times, too easily and too frequently, or not at all…
When one redraws daily the intersecting diagrams, one of poetry,
one of Love, (which my tablet capitalizes without my asking,)
The overlap is either zero or one, 0 or1, of everything or nothing
this is a puzzlement to me, for I do not fall in love every day, or even twice a week (monthly under discussion), periodically inevitably, they are days of composition, imposition, self – inquisition, when everything is questioned and answers are oft, crazy long, driving everybody crazed, myself, included…
love is splendiferous, and there are believe or not, insufficient
adjectives to capture, captivate, every shade, type, unique or not,
and so the love songs, poems, keep on keepin' on, an onslaught
making tidal tsunami tiny, all the billions of earthlings, gets one of
their very own, or sad~daily dies a little each day by the worst
of never getting a lick, a whimper, a sideways glance, a touch
even quick and subtle of that "I'm still here,'' quality...
all these musings, amusings, tragedies, as it nears 8:00 am and the early day can be crowned an-end-of summer bathing-beauty-winner,
me, in my special place, where nature reteaches me newly, what is now addressed as mindfulness where of course, is 100% wrong,
for the silence of my surroundings engulfs me, and my mind is emptied, the words spilling, nearly finishing, and the sweet hunger for
nothing more than this in perpetuity, eternally, but alas, midst this
perfected moment that is solely mine, solely minded
by me, is the lurking
incontrovertible knowing, silenced but real,
that this too shall pass
away from when I am gone,
yet, we enjoy it while we can,
can
a three letter word of great power,
my library, is small but well tended,
mostly cats & dawgs,
mostly dawgs,
exclusively
perhaps