MY OWN RIVER
black drifts down a spring of obsidian.
rings down a glass bell and breaks it
the knell of desire; blame it on yourself
but "with compassion." in the conditional
world, a lover is the greatest circus ever
struck down on the broad banks of your own
river ~ pungent, sweet styx flowing under.
black drifts down a spring of obsidian.
rings down a glass bell and breaks it
the knell of desire; blame it on yourself
but "with compassion." in the conditional
world, a lover is the greatest circus ever
struck down on the broad banks of your own
river ~ pungent, sweet styx flowing under.
5 Comments:
Loved this poem the first time I read it, but it actually gets better with every re-read. Gee, Jean, it's a terrific piece. Kind of like a best first kiss.
yeah, it grabbed me right from the get-go, but ive reread it a few times now
im hoping some of the mojo will rub off on me :)
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Denseness, beauty, & ingenuity of language here! - I am going to link this and study this Blog more - Cheers, Richard.
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