Rolling Back To Moss

Author: jim marshal
Word Count: 378
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Rolling Back To Moss

I wish I could say who this poem is for.
I wish sometimes that love never visited.
I wish that I didn’t write the line
above because it is a lie.
Though it was true
at the time.

Let go. The tranquility speaks.
What’s real remains.

Not getting what you want. Is it good for the soul? Maybe restraint is very beautiful, the inconvenience of being who you are. And wanting what you do,
so impossible and true.

A goodbye is just a goodbye.
Perhaps we only ever live
in the strong fragrances
that do not make sense
and will never leave you.

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It is a peculiarity of Love’s mossy light
that once, hapless rocks drowing in their days
would be overthrown by Love’s destructive plight
and smooth-whiskered words its song to soothe
in the belly of the whale its secrets brewed.

In the aftermath of glow the pilgrims kneel
counting the bars of its serenading calm
as fire, trapped by beauty, mistakes its zeal
for something more than willing victims choose
and ties left fanning themselves to breathe.

It’s nothing, but its something, and tired hope
endures, cradling every Cupid with a wish.
The vapours thin exposing every dusty mote
and pretend or not, all hearts will sometimes need
the mercy of their first and final love, never dimmed.

A visit, spectral angels cavaliering through the night
bringing blessings not condemned to wane,
flowers falling in love with their own petalled sight
bearing fragrance not descriptive like a name,
all that’s true would only call itself “Increase”.

The spring is fine as nectar to the flower brings
though all condensed and jealous of the Fall,
epic time is taken so all Eternity can sing
and clip the butterfly into shapes more lovely -
what delicate work! When love begins it’s sigh

far from where it once stood burning, a lush
constraint remains where freedom’s glove is lost
walking down its harbour, past the moveless thrush
and the crow all dead from drought, the rain will cease
for Love to change to tear, rolling back to moss.

The painter wild, the poet crazed all beyond his grasp,
what jealous combination, what charisma!
That together in a different stage marriage would outlast
the spikes and needles of despairing dim machinery
driving metal into hearts of soft enigma.

Seasons turn and all that makes us sober stays
safely tucked inside Betrayal’s chamber;
Reason roots itself in the soil of Love’s eternal fun.
Its sharp and pearly fingers, shaded from all danger,
can grant us mooned medallions to reflect the Sun.

The devil goes, the angel stays around in secret
ringed in haloed words of beauty’s whispered tale.
The two, not permitted by circumstantial thrall
to enter communion’s sweet redeeming place….
Love supports itself to fail, just to rise above it all.

Christie Moses

This is absolutely beautiful Jim. So well written. I am just blown away by this….xxx
jim marshal replied

Thanks you so much. x
terezadelpilar

Touched. Wonderfully written. The Poem on the right is even more beautiful.
jim marshal replied

cheers thank you, maybe it was more direct.
Gregory John O...

Better to have loved and lost than…..... and even in drought the dream of rain..

Nice read Jim !!
jim marshal replied

Yes, agreed! Thank you.
Trenchtownrock

My man…you are so gifted with words…truly a wonderful piece of art…
jim marshal replied

Thank you sir ;)
cosimopiro

A remarkable read Jim. You have a bitter sweet soul…a pensive soul. Love the way you end this. I’ve read this three times and it’s like watching oneself in this poem. Excellent.
jim marshal replied

Yes to all that. Poems if they can be reflective like that are coming from transpersonal places beyond the poets experience. Thanks once again.
linaji

I was driving home and I was thinking about love, I still have no idea how to box this unboxable stuff up. Just when I think I get a handle on how I should love this or that and who and when and how and why.. Love throws a lasso round my ankles and I am without footing and I fall to the ground and I see the sun is in my eyes and I need help. And the hand of love pulls me up and I am face to face with my heart and I still ask what should I do?
What will make all this Love essence right?
And then I hear the cars around me and I am back to just driving home with a sinking feeling that I can never box it up right, that this lifetime it wants to play me out like a does with a mouse and I am indeed the mouse. bit but not dead.. bleeding but not profusely ..
linaji

like a cat does with a mouse..
Cheryl Fugate

Very gifted with words!!! Awesome write!! :) .... “Not getting what you want. Is it good for the soul?” I believe so, because it makes you appreciate what you do have :) :) Wonderfully written!!
JaneSolomon

Oh did this touch a very tender place. I have never gotten what I wanted in life and especially not in love and I know that feeling so very well….it does not stop the wanting or the love. xx
Charma Chircop

This poem is deep and heartbreaking,yet through all the mixed emotions,of goodbyes,of let go,of all lost,through it all in the end ,i can still feel that last candle flicker in the strong wind, not dead,still alive..and where there is life there is hope and where there is hope one will find his granted wish come true,maybe not when he wants or as he wants,maybe its best leaving it up to Cupid:),i love this poem Jim,it touches deep and its going to my list of Fav—(and the other poem was of great help to understand intensely,excellent -Charma
Del Millar

Do we really want what we keep thinking we want in our deepest yearning feeling;
the ache that causes the tear ?
The love that was now taken from us; we journey on. We long to touch
that love again at the same time yearn to touch what hasn’t yet been;
but if we were to touch again the love we lost, would we be the same ?
And while we’re gathering all the new from the old, journeying in
a complete sense, yet pause to want for more, is it a need to keep desiring ?
That if our longed for moment were to come, would we feel more complete ?
The goodbyes of yesterday would still have
their way about them to yearn backwards again ?
Joy lies in the moment, not so much in what we’re doing but what we’re Being ?
Hope is the purpose for the present moment to be a tranquil one.
An interesting poem Jim oxo
lianne

Both the poem above and the one in the description are remarkably moving and resonate in my heart like the clamor of a bell. To wish that love had never visited – I know that wish. I’ve said it in secret, said it aloud and like you taken it back immediately. For even the pain in loving is in a strange way part of its joy – for unless you have known the pure joy of loving that much, that deeply you could not have felt its loss. Nor would you be complete at all. It is not easy to ache for a love you cannot have or one you have lost but the poets had it right – tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. A masterpiece.
jim marshal replied

Yes, I do agree with the consensus. And often we forget that there is a larger scheme involved with lots of twists and turns, serendipity and succour.

Thanks so much for sharing your beautiful thoughts.
mimi yoon

: )
jim marshal replied

So nice to hear from you Mimi :)
eoconnor

well written , a very good way with words i enjoyed both liz
jim marshal replied

Thank you Liz, much appreciated.
ArcadiaTempest 28 days ago

Wow….this hit and played my heart strings..
Goodbye songs have a twanging ache that I felt in this and yet I also felt there was a dedication to the very nature of love being a pure experience….xx
jim marshal replied 6 days ago

Thanks for the read! xox
Carolyn Devons... 6 days ago

This is a very heartfelt poem, Jim. Great words that express so much sadness and longing. Well done! Love, Carolyn
jim marshal replied 6 days ago

Thank you!