~*a companion poem to
Marry Me! -(I am-in-love-with-you) (1)*~
wherein was writ:
**“here I stop
lest I die of bursting, and yet I weep
for us, for you,
no longer
read my poetry”**
<>
another winter’s day cruelty,
for this wretched refuse of a
former man
who
once could,
who even deemed
owner of a loving teeming,
who adored kneeling,
before love’s altar,
sacrificially, heroically
once in possession of
amazing grace, (2)
but now no longer such
in his scriptures
deeded,
for our save-by-day ,
appears, before my eyes,
so informing my love permit
has now time~expired
I once was found,
but not
once more,
but
once again,
refamiliarized with
loss
wretched and wrenched,
so I punch up at the sky,
and the sky,
like you, my love,
doesn’t punch back,
and now we are in
aggrieved agree:
there is no returning
to where
we graced each other,
so one more poem I’ll
prepare
so let it be,
the “we”
will be momentarily -
but not ! ever lastingly
but for a well~timed
very finite infinity
be returned
to coexist
and let
grace be extended
even surreptitiously
for we
to separate,
sub divide our souls,
in a graceful manner:
*why this last act,
a hallmark of
what once
stood for
us,
was,
and perhaps then,
you will read:*
my only love poetry
once moreover,
with com-passion
and even tiny teeny seconds
of memorized affection,
and that would be an
amazing grace
Dec 13, 2024
Dec 13, 2024 at 3:17 PM UTC
~*a companion poem to
Marry Me! -(I am-in-love-with-you) (1)*~
wherein was writ:
**“here I stop
lest I die of bursting, and yet I weep
for us, for you,
no longer
read my poetry”**
<>
another winter’s day cruelty,
for this wretched refuse of a
former man
who
once could,
who even deemed
owner of a loving teeming,
who adored kneeling,
before love’s altar,
sacrificially, heroically
once in possession of
amazing grace, (2)
but now no longer such
in his scriptures
deeded,
for our save-by-day ,
appears, before my eyes,
so informing my love permit
has now time~expired
I once was found,
but not
once more,
but
once again,
refamiliarized with
loss
wretched and wrenched,
so I punch up at the sky,
and the sky,
like you, my love,
doesn’t punch back,
and now we are in
aggrieved agree:
there is no returning
to where
we graced each other,
so one more poem I’ll
prepare
so let it be,
the “we”
will be momentarily -
but not ! ever lastingly
but for a well~timed
very finite infinity
be returned
to coexist
and let
grace be extended
even surreptitiously
for we
to separate,
sub divide our souls,
in a graceful manner:
*why this last act,
a hallmark of
what once
stood for
us,
was,
and perhaps then,
you will read:*
my only love poetry
once moreover,
with com-passion
and even tiny teeny seconds
of memorized affection,
and that would be an
amazing grace
(1)) https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4902749/marry-me-i-am-in-love-with-you/
(2)
Amazing grace,
how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now I'm found
Was blind, but now I see
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace my fears relieved
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed
Through many dangers, toils, and snares
We have already come
'Twas grace that brought us safe thus far
And grace will lead us home
When we've been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we've first begun
Than when we've first begun
