Bones to ash in an urn,
Or headstones, head wood
Over the undergarment flower spray --
A vestige vestry -- place to atone for showing up at all.
I'm morally slow -- so-so -- not grasping the adoration,
This note-taking, this shorthand, this history,
This heart being three-thirds full of itself,
Our artifact, our self, our true love
Our dot, dot, dot
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i like to play connect the dots...helps you get a fuller picture...smiles.
ReplyDeleteWow... this is just an amazing read and write. NICE mag. Love and Light, Sender
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, thoughtful, intelligent. I adore the dot, dot, dot.
ReplyDeleteIt is true that we are so full of ourselves and have been throughout history, but here you make us aware that in reality we are minutia. Beautifully done, TF!
ReplyDeleteBrian,
ReplyDeleteHelps me that you notice that. When I deal with a 'bigger-than-both-of-us' idea, it's hard to ratchet things 'up' into any right word. Meaning's got to fall into the gaps.
TFool
senderupwords,
ReplyDeleteStrong praise! Thank you!
Trulyfool
Willow,
ReplyDeleteYou know I always 'dig' your encouragements. How you manage, given your busy site, I cannot imagine! So: Thanks!
Truly
Cher,
ReplyDeleteYou're terrifically sweet to say so -- and to take time to understand!
Trulyfool
a simple yet elegant poem
ReplyDeletethis was wonderfully human :)
ReplyDeleteand those guys are totally playing rock, paper, fire in that picture...I say fire because I'm not sure scissors were around yet, they probably were...but again I'm not sure.
Sombre, existential, and bang on, sir.
ReplyDeleteCemeteries are sanctuaries of guilt,
of repressed remorse. You present
the folly, yet still seem to care about
we fools who visit these stone and wood
carved names in those lonely parks
of the dead.,
umapoems,
ReplyDeleteThank you for saying so. Let me visit your blog? (Will do)
Trulyfool
Rene,
ReplyDeleteI see these Poussin figures in light of the men-apes in 2001: A Space Odyssey -- touching the strange object which baffles them utterly.
The question remains: where is Arcadia, and how do I get there? (Do I want to?)
Trulyfool
Glenn,
ReplyDeleteIt's hard for me to shake that somber, existential "thing". I've had moments of peaceful relaxation listening to Sibelius for an hour which might cause others to open a vein in a warm bath.
I'm a cheerful guy who's just aware of the precipice. But wants to have the picnic anyway.
Trulyfool
(In your neck of the woods)