love as an animal
Does this animal run through our bloodstream across broad plains too hot for the soul?
Does this animal bleed from our skin as thickly as maple from the heart of it’s mother?
OR is it only here to be used as the sweetener on a breakfast of conceptual existence?
my mouth closes around a spoon of stuff that has no logic in which to plant its sturdy birthing feet, my hands grasp at light, splaying fingertips and casting arrows, my brain competes for fertile earth in which to plant it’s seed and the neural race quickens to enhanced vision despite potential for death and entrapment in hollow eyed laughter…..
I am spewing an outrage of honey air
and imaginary nails pin me to my cushion
but still I KNOW
I am bidden to sweep this endless hall with my skirts
of invisible love
OPEN this envelope
and in the smooth
yet sharp cornered sheets,
between the scent of fingertips
beyond the spreading ink
is poetry, sapling green
with story fine tears
blood crimes and flowers fight to reveal
each a resplendent joy…..
so sniff it,
and then tip it
a flow of tiny wise stars
a response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies below is the second of ten poems.
Noble words revolve
like wisps passing through my stars
A temporary, fractious glory
flings my arms like backward wings
with feather tips,
spread in sweet torture.
Wandering tension throbs in this dark belly of thought,
the first birth or dismembering of consciousness,
buttering me with music
sugaring my experience
gifting me with choice
to see the autumn harmony
falling on invisible shoulders
and nuzzle in to hummus here.
OH luminosity and wrath,
what is my excuse for garnering golden borders
where only liquid song slides?