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The black tulip
Black tulip
.
You’re but two copies of rare, frail, filigrees,
words lost across hemispheres, centuries apart,
the north holding one to warm it's chest,
the other lost in this great solving south
I wander around this contrived library, possessed
by crystals, china, harps and hearths,
histories cocooned in wealth,swept under
the pasts inglorious parquet floor
There in the middle of this lost lexicon
I found a strange antique memory,
a black four poster bed, silk draped and hiding
her heart within some haunting light
No one comes here to see the soft lit portraits,
the whimsical girls hidden beneath oils
for decades toiling to reveal their beauty
to a world that lost them under time
In the midst of all this, my world turned
on a tangible shaking axis,
and round I came grinding, to you cornered,
holding the black tulip for me alone
What strange strings I heard in that room,
what time slowed to a fractured tick
of a Dublin clock, gathering dust,
what was it that I'd found? What trick?
One half of a heart, pure and stilled
awaiting the breath of time or life
to bring it back to mind, to grieve
for its long solace alone
And reunite with that other half, a twin
in the northern hemisphere, taken
long ago from here, in this
unspoken, grieving, land
And bring it home.
(Epilogue) The minnow migrates
That's it, now you’ve divorced the past
a final judgement made to last,
a lifetimes worth of decisions bear,
you by courses unknown, to here
Where back you’re blown, low at stern
of this bark, sea tossed, and never
to return
To a land you left so long ago
reborn in a stream, in the great
land below
There at the bank, wedged in the grass,
you have returned to the cradle at last
Your final journey, far from home
held soft in the gaze of that land unknown.
Comments
Esker
Fri, 2016-07-29 15:35
dogs horses and chicks
we the men...love our treasures...pedestals....
I knew women whom dug it in...lived hard
beauties....all sucking in the action
living it up at the moment
at eighteen......twenty eight..thirty eigth
etc
they chuckled at my shrines too them
added me items for it
but deep down they loved too how
I kept up with em/
they absorb the waves
Live life...
but they liked How I worshipped them
...but they were all about action
no dust icons
here hold my hand
rub my feet
fold my clothes
rub my back
pit stop excursions
old and young
I was the crew
and glad
for the memories
are incredible
crazy driven women
too this day!
and I agree
Live move breath
dance
dine
coffee
sleep
kick asses
shop till U drop
party hardy
waiting on my pizza
delivery here!!
it was that or buy
groceries or flowers
I can pick wild roses
for my babe later!
...