"periodical" poems - Hello Poetry

met my maker *not for the first time, two acquaintances periodical, two boon craftsmen, artisansals, bs-gab-talking about who is surely the better poet, glinting, side-splitting, raucous laughter in our dueling self-mockery* *neither takes the other too serious, but of each other, we take endless, never satisfied, insufficient, each needier for the rapper inside and repartee, adoring our jiving unique camaraderie, all-the-while, knowing our balance unequal, but not caring* *for as equals we meet, to revel and reflect, revealing things of each other that only we know, meant not for sharing ever, for these webbed strands binding, at same time, release, permitting a tough honesty tally, truth not a concept, unnecessary, for how could we ever hide our love mutuel* *we sitting bestride and beside, in ye old, weather-beat-down chairs Adirondack, having come hewn from trees centuries old, now overlooking the Bay, we eyeing a solitary fisherman whom, we both knowingly aware, metaphor for that day that will come to collect me away to a new locale, where we will yet still needle each other, with mercy unforgiving, not for our misdeeds, for never* is forgivenessasked for or given, not taboo, but holy unnecessary for such is the way the between the designer and the artifact, the poet and the poem, the craft and the object, gardener and her fruits, a cellular understanding that comprehends the interlocking necessity of our natures, that our shared endings, are a duelity, both finale and gateway to our next poem! https://hellopoetry.com/poem/462537/how-i-observed-the-day-of-atonement/

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Jun 30, 2023

Jun 30, 2023 at 7:46 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

Met My Maker (you have too!)

met my maker *not for the first time, two acquaintances periodical, two boon craftsmen, artisansals, bs-gab-talking about who is surely the better poet, glinting, side-splitting, raucous laughter in our dueling self-mockery* *neither takes the other too serious, but of each other, we take endless, never satisfied, insufficient, each needier for the rapper inside and repartee, adoring our jiving unique camaraderie, all-the-while, knowing our balance unequal, but not caring* *for as equals we meet, to revel and reflect, revealing things of each other that only we know, meant not for sharing ever, for these webbed strands binding, at same time, release, permitting a tough honesty tally, truth not a concept, unnecessary, for how could we ever hide our love mutuel* *we sitting bestride and beside, in ye old, weather-beat-down chairs Adirondack, having come hewn from trees centuries old, now overlooking the Bay, we eyeing a solitary fisherman whom, we both knowingly aware, metaphor for that day that will come to collect me away to a new locale, where we will yet still needle each other, with mercy unforgiving, not for our misdeeds, for never* is forgivenessasked for or given, not taboo, but holy unnecessary for such is the way the between the designer and the artifact, the poet and the poem, the craft and the object, gardener and her fruits, a cellular understanding that comprehends the interlocking necessity of our natures, that our shared endings, are a duelity, both finale and gateway to our next poem! https://hellopoetry.com/poem/462537/how-i-observed-the-day-of-atonement/