“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Sunday, March 8, 2020
Cut, color and clarity
Been programmed to feel,
like all little women,
small, incomplete,
naked without-
a veil,
and in total transparency,
I have no doubt, I will
never wear a white gown
in this life-time
I do
not be-come worthy
un-less, there is more...
Diamonds are numerous
as faithful friends
I have-family-bloodlines
circumstance and choice,
opportunity and onus
promises and pure white
lies, thule veiled truth
All
under an abundant umbrella
called Love
the ceilings will keep you
dry.
To be good-enough
for special occasions
with honor and rite,
is to be-have as
fortunate for the gifts
be-stowed upon our vessels
pulled by current and tide
toward each other
we shall always meet
Here, untouchable
amid this journey underway
outside of ourselves
we become found
reassured and rescued
from each other's line of sight.
Painting by Auguste Toulmouche (1829-1880) dated 1866 in Public Domain.
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