Dedicated to Ms.
Orion, My Astrologer…
*Easy to turn a light switch on and off...
Easy to deduce what happens
Ehen you jump
Off a building...
Ee need
MORE!*
*Like the explorers of old,
We need to find the source of the Nile!
(Before the [censored] thing
Dries up!)*
The source of denial?
Or the source code, the divine spark?
O look~ A lark!
The source code, or the next course
After appetizer? Last night, a starry
Constellation, my Calder Mobile overhead ~
You realize ~ spun around, a vision
Knew to me, a charmed view pointed forward
My next path to me. O know! You’re drafted ~
So you now, here, hear? You're drafted,
Drawn inside my tale, your perspective
Point, I so desperately need. So please
Rejoin my recast narrative, dovetail
Your feathers with mine, your presence,
Your adored, deeply treasured divine essence
Mends my broken ways, my unspoken
Heart now says: You! Yes, you make my art
Cohere. You, my missing part,
My lost Leggo block, my missing keystone,
Come back! Rejoin my severed path,
My broken heart, my underrated lost art
Cannot be without you, my essential
Building block, my amino acid,
Etching glass, describes my untold story
For your point of view. For your perspective
Now I write. For your hearing ears,
I now aspire ~ But O know!
Inside my tale, inside my soul's
Architecture you must grace ~ so hark! Low!
Know Thee, I do! Your VIP invitation, now,
Please open ~ undone me, my art, unfold me,
Enfold me, your arms, all! Your hearts,
My lost art, our entangled minds ~
More later, but now, my tale rhymes
My tale must continue. My libretto, many lines,
My opera so deftly under-rated,
Now wings, now sings ~
Until we pause, look around, smell the fragrant cuisine.
A dinner party (Appetizer), guests explain!
Should the answer come in style,
Or will choral voices, sung accompanied by harp ~
Si-chords, a toe-tapping tune, zaps Morse code,
A spriteful melody, easily hummed,
Strummed, so well-known by every forest toad,
Bird, antelope, fish, et al, who's outgrown
Their old nest, now searches for the next, roams
Amidst the forest gloam, hums a well-known
Shared tune ~ transposed, transcribed, redone ~
[But O know! Me, just an errant scribbler,
Don’t you know? Me, yes, have AD[Hi!]D.
Lost child, enfant perdu, too. Just
See: Flight into Idleness, my Columbia
MFA thesis, yes, true, now much
The better revised, so much better realized.
But O know! I do digress, yes, I realize, so
Back to work, back to sleep, a dream perchance
May speak to me, soothe my tortured soul,
Accompany me, while Web surfing,
My bike spun, my life levitating on hold ~]
Just a new interior decor ~ as one's own
Home. [See Architectural Digest,
But, O yes, I digress! But I do my personal best.]
My garden, now yours, please come, join
Me! My soul, mended under your gardening care,
Now flowers. Water, fertilizer,
You added. Now my flowering seeds,
My earlier effort, my soul's planting,
My season's equinox brought, now focused
My view. A Divine Perspective!
My Celestial Telescope ~ You!
We see one another, my Calder Mobile
Spins above, my companions, mes amis, my buds!
All my loves, now with me, sprout fresh tendrils,
Foliate green shoots, a fern's in volute tracery,
Bears forth flowering life! O Fern!
O Vcr! O Agent! O Ant! O Mum. O, too long,
My list to recite at once, so piecemeal,
I must orchestrate my dinner party, a course
Of many appetizers, just deserts, too,
A never-ending fare. Or yes, too, A Festival Faire
For the fairies, with affordable fare, too!
But know! Your invitation, yes, sent ~
With heartfelt joy, ravenous hunger, each toad scouts,
Cruises the forest for an unknown toad (a mate!),
A road, or just a new touch stone
To bear one's overload, enfold a bounty, or a beauty ~
Each to harvest surplus, or strengthen fragile
Architecture, rebuild a wounded nest, or,
As the suitcase sometimes may be, bear
Another life. The path ~ Stone steps,
Or grassy meadow, for to each, enfolded both, a landscape
Makes. Two hearts as one, many, the more.
Allo?
Hey! Morning Mum! Love you, too.
Visit sheep, you say?
Let's do! We'll visit Morning Wood today.
Hm? O, yes, m'am. I know!
My rhyme's good; my meter's off, but to better,
For you, I please, yes, I will work harder.
All's yours,
All these years ~
Lettersnow. PS. Itchy, my ears.
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Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
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