i'll be waiting.

an afternoon luv poem

 

 

 

   The black oil boils but provides such valuable timber.

   The informal screed of hope and love

   carried chiefly by the wind.

   To find a breed with, yes, a harsher coat. (what)

   The move of lovers perordained.

   To induce blue birds to exercise

   their seed. Did you see a tear at all?

 

   God's ungodly hiding in the tegmen,

   completely free of penalty;

   scot-free of prequel;

   dim as old vision.

   scraggier than war.

 

   Yes. Im'e sitting here

   until the wild turkeys

   corral all insects.

 

   Till the moon glows brighter

   thru the night.

   Till I can take with me

   more than orange-red plumage;

   till the quilters of the day,

   lost in thought,

   teem in your site..

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[r. f. jordan]

magnetic first line, within a poem that represents mastery of language. i admire the seamless usage of screed as a metaphor for hope and love. the alignment of season with mating. "God's ungodly hiding in the tegmen,". The layer under which all that is brilliant may be permitted to thrive, oozes through the essence of this deeply introspective speaker. i'm going to gander a guess at the idea that the archaic definition of "teem" is the one possibly intended for this context, which would mean to conceive. this conclusion brings me to the possibility that this may be a brushed upon musing on the matter of how intricately nature is organized to move forward, with a question mark "hiding in the tegmen" about the origins of such organization. well done.