"limed" poems
Since the beginning he felt the emptiness
The prophet promised love would fill all the empty spaces
He'd be held in light, the answer to the unasked questions
Radiating like a torch
But love so often became the mundane
Buying milk, fixing the faucet,
Reviewing property values
Arguing about new tires.
Where was that path with every footstep
Limed in fire?
That melody that made every muscle
Strain with desire?
Still looking for Rumi somewhere on the road.
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 3:04 AM UTC
there
is
so
much,
magic
in
the
motes
of
light,
limed
dust,
that
dance
in
windblown
ecstasy,
before
my
sloe
lidded
eyes,
as
i doze
in
the
sunkissed
study,
of
my
much
blessed
house,
so
that
is
why
i
smile,
while
dozing,
utterly
and
blissfully,
content
in
my
very
own
fairytale.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 2:25 AM UTC
Can we think old thoughts as thought by earlier readers,
without walling a mind off from all we know,
which Hobbes had no way of learning,
though? No.
We need this knack of we being, a you and a me, seeing
an I, in a time long ago.
Egalitarian sortings of men, arrogation worth,
a-dam, novus knower,
acknowledge me your equal? Dare ye, I may be a fool.
Levelers were around, in Hobbes's town, taking time
to bring the highest minded down,
not to lift the baser sort up.
-- none the less, lime the branch,
-- by chance a bird may bring a word, watch
we heard, the deceived received a reprieve,
we've found the edge stitched in
second thoughts and other wise guesses as good,
good enough
to keep life as we have agreed, conserving
the power in the
word - life as in -- we live, not me without you or we
without all the otherwise functionaries,
maintaining the planet and aching
to settle down to day and night,
just right.
Balance in being part of it all,
restored,
for a second there, didjafeel it?
Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 6:17 PM UTC
ripe limed watermelon *****
wear light stricken sun stripes
for an absent bottom
without oxygen
but inside
infused with pink ecstasy
that births the belly of many seeds
see,
these decoys in our sight
seem willing
but they were alright just sitting
on
cross-legged coils in sun beams
what the acid stains left
when they came as spoiled decay:
a spot of impiety
where veins were torn
off
from a she-deity
and the gyroscopic fruit
before being eaten
was
already
gone
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 1:23 PM UTC