Dogwood Blooms

“Appearances misleading,
A misreading, an answer,
An amended Age of Anxiety"
~ Harold Dogwood Blooms

"Don't ask me, ask
MaxFactor. He's faster.”
~ nightbat

How come?

“The old bible is old and outdated now,
So we should throw it away and
Write a new one with more modern-day action.
So who wants to write the new bible?”
~ Bruno Beam

I’m on the job!

“It does blow the irrational fear
Of the hunger
From eating less
Out of the water. (You will soon see
A link to it from the 2PD Approach page.”
~ Dr. Chung

Yes,
Although The Hunger,
A great film [seen with Jane],
Features one of the greatest wonders
En Cinema L'Histoire ~ Wolf Bane Ms.
Deneuve seduces innocent vanilla Ms.
Sarandon down The Dark Way ~
Or as Radcliffe says, The Lamp Lit Way. A kiss
Is still a kiss, yes. A rose, a rose.
But as for kissing less, an irrational fear,
Alas, a touch of restraint, a deferred delay, grows
Ever stronger, more fragrant, that rose!
Come, my darling Anne, come near ~
Enough time's past. Here's love to last.
For you, a rose, a kiss undone. Unlock my clasp.
A quarter century later ~ What are years? ~ Your bite
Ignites. My Dark Way's Lamp Lit.

Come darling, Anne, come near ~
Enough time's past. Love's here to last.
For you, a rose, a kiss undone. Unlock my clasp.
A quarter century later ~ What are years? ~ Your bite
Ignites. My Dark Way’s Lamp Lit.

Local Customs

Once inside, the handheld lantern flames
The corridor's dazed perspective
Until it's lit what distances we negotiate between us,
Spilt illumination flooding frames of references
Into signs of life: Daily more insurgent
Than a throng of hard believers outside the door.
Or say, you've stumbled on a secret passage, subtracted surface
Detail and found the pentimento study
Of a different version altogether
Rendered by hindsight inclined to entertain itself
In idle ways. Entranced in a night
Unhinged by the pleasure of our admission, we cross
Our paths beneath a post and lintel doorway,
Discovering ourselves in rooms corresponding to one another,
Having such proportions whereby there are none
That can't be measured from the whole,
And likewise all the other parts.

La Vita Nuova

The local habits, once inside,
Ignite the lantern of handheld flames.
The prospect astounded! For, yes, the corridor,
Until it’s lit those distances we negotiate between us,
Reverses reinforcements. Until ~ A flooding
Illumination, a manuscript bound, hand-sewn, handed
Down, one loving hand to another’s
Heart. Art.
But what scholarly references, what proof?
Who annotates, what margin gloss confirms rebirth,
This manuscript illumination? A life,
Accumulated, gathered within, leaves
Paginated. A life leaves a mark. The blank page
Written. And for my margin
Of error,
Sacred witnesses
Amend.
Our Book of Hours,
Yours, too,
Dear Witness.
Our Signs of the New Life,
Begun.
Daily more insurgent, stronger
With a throng of the hard believers
Parting our way, opening our door. You heard
Our word. I stumbled. A secret way withdrew
External detail. Nothing else mattered.
Only the heart's scene; the rest, a screen.
And then one day, I found you again ~
The Study of Pentimento, a different version
Completely returned to me
By the retrospection, our memory, by us
Inclined for fun,
"A Comedy of Manners in the Vacuum,"
A Morning Wood Production, west edge
Off center, delighted as one!
Unhinged by The Night, Le noir, we discovered
The pleasure, our admission. We crossed our ways
Under a post and a door of lintel, while others
Discovered us playing
In our inner rooms corresponding to one another ~
Having such proportions, a universal measure,
The Golden Ratio ~ With none measured
Starting from the whole. Rather, treasured
From the heart. Then all the parts
Follow, fill the hollow, the void,
That somnolent cavity. And finally, alas,
A text amended, a revised correction,
But the same vision ~ A mis-en-scene
With a congregation bearing witness,
Bearing

~ Our flight ~

Amen.

My song, my prayer. Your words,
My hymn. Affirm me. Confirm me.
With you, I am content. Your form,
My method, my way.

Congregation, please answer ~
Express your agreement,
An indication, the end of my prayer, my hymn,
That my praying, my singing,
Affirms my content, my love's labour
Bourne.

~ Amen ~
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