~for Victoria~
this by rights
an easy poem to inscribe
nonetheless the rhythm escapes me,
though the wordy contra-shades of
render and tender,
some incontrovertible, all well understood,
their complexity loved and
jointed-in-a-soul,
betrothing and forevermore
rendering, separating
two subtle words that shape
e v e r y t h i n g
about the this poet,
tender boy rendered man,
by many lifetimes that fit into no
storage shed(ing)
yet this new effort requires
effort,
the verbs ripped wrenched,
the nouns hide underneath profound,
notions needed for a potent potion release;
none, ****,
do not come easy
so put aside for the
spilling
moment
though the urgency of the
needling
in-chest,
thumping,
begging
for release furiously,
fulfilling
the poets
doublin purpose:
created to create seeds
only this
a simplistic surrenders
from self, to self
emergent
tender me
the teary essence soup of human weakness
from which
to render
strength
from that brew,
give me beauty,
the keen and the ken
the crook and the hook
to desire the next days creation
render, tender me unto,
its new chance for
beauty
6/2/18 11:30am
down by the riverside Peconic
victoria › water and seeds
Beautifully rendered by the one that tenders.