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I cost very little to keep.
I’m already devoted, a dirt-drunk broom
scaling the corridors to sweep up
the bread of communion.
I was taught never to ask
for more than what you have,
that far nobler is the task
of returning what Life gave
than asking of the heart’s opinion.
I’ve been lost at sea awhile now
in my little boat with paper oars.
The weather doesn’t care who rows
and the water doesn’t ask for more
than comprimise.
“Nothing’s perfect”, a cool mantra
to aid the acceptance of fate.
And “forgiveness”, the pious yoga
to sanctify an immeasurable face,
a rough disguise.
Marriage makes its dragon spin
away from the cosy hearth
of enquiry. Philosophy is a friend,
a dear appertiser upon love’s
full banquet.
I don’t know what I’m missing,
if there’s ever been a prize at all.
Yet somehow I’m like Apollo pissing
on Daphne’s tree under nightfall’s
cruel blanket.
My pleasures are far and brief,
my lovers cautious of the torch.
Why is it always this: “Seek eternal relief.”?
And why is enough always too much
to mention?
I’ve met her in the light-tipped realms
before the body’s harvest reaped.
I’m slow and sore and drinking alms
from celestial bars to numb the cheap
thrills of convention.
The poet’s burrow is deep as rain,
The lover’s horse is hollow.
The poet takes the lover’s mane
and rides until his words have run
father than the sheep.
The poet wants to strike at will
and find the essence to his speaking.
The lover wants to court and kill
the lonely heart that finds its beating
somewhere in the sleet.
I’ll do a deal with you, Life.
I’ve heard your eternal form can alter.
So be it, come be my wife!
All I’ve wanted is some kind altar
to worship at night.
If a lock would find its key
and a broken man divine his cure
then miracles would daily be!
The fresh bells of summer; far truer
than divided plights.
I’m finding ways to plow this field
and plant the crop I know is mine.
Yet roaming lost, as always, I yield
to the prettiness of the rhyme
and don’t say what I mean.
A pair won’t fix what solo spares
of its own fragmented parts.
Yet in some there lives a shared
sunrise and the after-rays of the heart
that only stay where love has been.
I’d never thought about it much, but perhaps
I should not expect to be so made
in the colours that I love. The condensed
lightyear of desire, a freckled glove
over the soul’s smoky fingers.
But still it haunts my every hour,
this ceaseless burn in Time’s hot loin.
These inner motions that turn to flower
as the soul’s fragrance shyly lingers
and I feel your hand in mine.
Copyright. 2009.
Sally Omar
“These inner motions that turn to flower
as the soul’s fragrance shyly lingers
and I feel your hand in mine”
YOU ARE A DEFINITE MASTER OF WORDS..INCREDIBLE PIECE!!!! xoxoxoxo
AmandaGWright
Every word you write is a beautiful truth.
wasy35
you are a great writer/poet sir, well thought.
Reynaldo
very nice
Kristin Reynolds
Goodness, Jim, this is damn perfection.
_I’ve met her in the light-tipped realms
before the body’s harvest reaped.
I’m slow and sore and drinking alms
from celestial bars to numb the cheap
thrills of convention.
The poet’s burrow is deep as rain,
The lover’s horse is hollow.
The poet takes the lover’s mane
and rides until his words have run
farther than the hills._
just…divine inspiration. Verse 2, and 5-8…I know what you mean. thus is 3rd dementional living: the great unquiet. I think there must always be some sort of struggle; change is stability, and one cannot truly rest until they are only light. struggle…change…learn…until at long last, bursting into light is achieved…and balance and total peace.
amazing! Love, K
linaji 29 days ago
I’m finding ways to plow this field
and plant the crop I know is mine.
Yet roaming lost, as always, I yield
to the prettiness of the rhyme
and don’t say what I mean.
A pair won’t fix what solo spares
of its own fragmented parts.
Yet in some there lives a shared
sunrise and the after-rays of the heart
that only stay where love has been.
.
yes quandary indeed..but a settling of knowing.. it is like the deal is already made and one is simply revising (like I should do more of when I write comments or anything that requires sentence structure and decent seguays!). that is what we do.. ask.. for what we want and then revise via through our questions and through discovering what we don’t want..
... gosh.. and Wow.. this day means so much to me and felt wonderful. delight to read but full of so much that I need to look up, Some stories I have forgotten.. cause well you know I don’t retain much in storyland anymore.. that is why I love the internet.. it is like my external harddrive.. I am always reminded of stuff I don’t retain and I fly back to the place of knowing.. tis l good for a feeler like me.. anyway I am already married to this guy.. perhaps I am that I am.. too.. tehee..xx
JaneSolomon 29 days ago
I can’t pick a stanza that I like the most. I love your soul-poetry and this one is just exceptional. I love the way you ended it. xxx
lianne 29 days ago
Remarkably open poem – the ruminations of a man who has given his subject much thought. Questions that difficult to answer, longings seeking expression in poetic words. Very thought provoking, Jim.
wigs 25 days ago
Congratulations….......
You have been featured in Writing: Persuing Happiness
jim marshal replied 22 days ago
god thanks so much, thats awesome, off to the journal to tell the folks!
Charma Chircop 22 days ago
I love this insight Of You JIm,i can read between the lines,this poem says so much- amazing,talented you are—Charma
Del Millar 22 days ago
‘asking for the heart’s opinion…’ your birthright to live with peace that you
are living as You.
I think your self expression is more than you putting a poem
together and feeling you’re losing what you want to say because
of the poet’s creative rhyme.
You express eloquently from your spirit, in humanness that is
insightful, is understood and heartfelf.
One on one, the passionate pairing soul expression in the colours of You,
hot for Life and living Grace; time has no significance, but the quality
life for you to Be to your core.
cosimopiro 22 days ago
Jim, you have penned another pearler! It’s a plod we walk while the soul lingers. Another favourite of mine.
Del Millar 22 days ago
I meant to add too [ there being a lot in your piece ]
of the pairings made of fragmented parts,
if the pairing without expectation
gets on with the moment
tolerates without having to see the whole,
it’s called Love,
endures.