Fuse-lit and Rapturous

There is no reason to be sad

Even winter mends the holes in our hearts

We tend as a feather does to its keeper 

We learn the streets to walk in the snow

Hanging them to dry in endless designs while

The wind stares on curiously

While the white fog seeps through our rich umbrellas

"It will pass", it says

Melting on the tar,

Fuse-lit and

Rapturous, It is here

We begin to see our quantum 

 

But no land can be so dry that it holds a desert

No ledger grows from the granules of the dune 

No finger points out at the tail of our spiral

We tend our own bones into these mountains of cilia

We leave the cat at the door and one brilliant day

Maybe even that day our laughter dies out loud

Maybe that day we begin to starve like old wooden fences

Too far to watch the sunrise from the farmer’s sweat

The grass still wet and tall

Forgiving in its parallels

 

Today is a frightful calm as all others

But it’s okay when we forget these things

It’s okay to prop our glass onto a song of wine if it helps

It’s alright to wait at the grave of a lost child

Life is a funny rage that way

Reviews

[lightsong]

before science there is a soul, before the flesh there is the spirit, and before the brain there is the heart, all come here blending to express what life is, but I hear the soul, the heart and spirit more deeply and loudly here, a surrender be free to whatever is not seen, not being known or held, let it just be... even in the desert there is water and a flower (life) and even in the lush forests there is the less, it depends on the human's awareness. and here from your wanderings and journeys come a fine piece from you.

[Perdition]

The cat, still waiting at the door, Thank you Lightsong,

[lightsong]

and she can wait forever. you are welcome.

[Esther]

A wonderful view of life . The poem is inlaid with wistful sighs - "Today is a frightful calm as all others"- seems to point towards an apocalypse.

[Perdition]

"but no land can be so dry that it holds a desert"...so many journeys and each held its secret rose though often times it took a patient light to bloom. Memories never come cheap do they. Now where did I leave that apocalypse?..lol. Thank you again~

[barleygirl]

I love the way your poem feels like an epic statement from a wise old sage without feeling one bit cheesy, but an authentic tone of wisdom based on years of experience. Not being good at reading nuanced writing, I'm not always getting a clear picture from every description or comparison. But your writing is simply joyful to read becuz it's so deliberate & full of pure intent (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Perdition]

Sorry, I'd love to respond but I've totally melted and now I am spilling through the floorboards which is kind of a problem so I'm trying to regather my solidity...unless of course you just called me an old man which I am so..lol. Thank you Margie. Thud! Hugs~

[barleygirl]

*wink! wink!*

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Ah discomfort...I must indeed be a queen. I am so edged that my own body rejects me these precious days. maybe I should just start spreading that fear on my toast instead of scraping it away into the trash with the rest of the mold. I am always so intrigued when you write, even when I myself am not ready to read it.

[Perdition]

You have toast? Where the hell did you get toast? Ah well...when you are ready it will be here. Don't go so far as to, Seriously..where the hell did you get toast?! Freaking crust hoarding early morning mold scraping fear laden biscuit whisperer..lol. Thanks, Queenie...always a wild child moment to see what you're thinking and yep...you must be indeed.

[¿]

Goodness! You just spelled another great of yours Joseph!!...feels like poetry calls thee and you embrace them with the warmest heart of thine....
But no land can be so dry that it holds a desert - profound lines came out of deep muse...I read and reread and reread it......!!
Discomfort is the best teacher...can teach us to live heavenly even in the hell....
No sugar I coat friend....you're undoubtedly creating fascinating pieces.... thanks for sharing :)

[Perdition]

Such praise from the land of tigers is a humbling and a warm cup for my morning's tea. Undoubtedly you are creating the same and it is quite a gift for me to read that this poem has touched you with such enthusiasm. You are wise in your recognition when you say that "discomfort is the best teacher"...may you forever be an absent student in that regard. As for our creating... well, now we just have to do it all over again, which is Perdition and Heaven enough for me., lol. Thank you Tahsin, for your kind words.

[¿]

Haha! Am happy that you enjoyed your morning tea.... Thanks for the appreciation which gives me a push to find things ahead....
You're always heartedly welcome :)