I began the morning with fresh cannoli. It *will* be a good day.
Poem for calliopeo to read at the salon today in my absence. Yet another revision of the old piece for Persephone.
(Keep in mind t might not format here in it's proper form.)
“Twilight of such day”
~for Persephone
Crown thrown at the gate rusted rests, proscribed
where structural post rotted . Whether or not she mends…an edge is… chambers shifting
exceeds a shrieking blackbird waiting to be read. Who knows what the crows are hollering for?
Underground your cloud spreads indicative of shadow…as though sunset, herself, knelt down!
We meet and do not meet this way
Now and then, the pierce of a child’s holler. Fragile cherry blossoms dress winter’s branches. Boot heels. Sharp inhalation.
You imagined you couldn’t retract?
Sudden lurch: simple mundane absence of a vehicle
Aphrodite: Roots in air are not sustainable?
Sophia: or?
Demeter: The frame stood stripped, dangling
Sophia: Cats from the cradle?
Athena: The senses take in and the mind makes sense of?
Sophia: Listen
Demeter: Beyond path of an abiding trajectory: beyond reach of what might hold.
Hera: Mark footprints at water’s edge
Athena: Collect Sea into wicker basket
Artemis: Retreat. Saving residue of sand
Aphrodite: How the crack of a voice reveals…
Less and less conductive, the precipitated collapse headlong
Twice begged. And twice refused. These things cannot be spoken.
Complexity, by nature, eludes
A thin layer of snow makes blanket. Harsh shadow, house shadow. Pressed forms curve.
Demeter: fragments arc, pitch, plunk into the scantling
Hera: …herself unfit for
Aphrodite: true she had grown thin
Athena: waiting for the other shoe to drop
Somebody ate pomegranate.
Somebody suppliant on the porches of households refused.
Come Spring. Come Rose.
By young Persephone lost to Shades and Shadows. See how the world doth Winter-the barley lost to snow.
Peopled in the tide ere you slept.
Thanks, love.
JDK
(Keep in mind t might not format here in it's proper form.)
“Twilight of such day”
~for Persephone
Crown thrown at the gate rusted rests, proscribed
where structural post rotted . Whether or not she mends…an edge is… chambers shifting
exceeds a shrieking blackbird waiting to be read. Who knows what the crows are hollering for?
Underground your cloud spreads indicative of shadow…as though sunset, herself, knelt down!
We meet and do not meet this way
Now and then, the pierce of a child’s holler. Fragile cherry blossoms dress winter’s branches. Boot heels. Sharp inhalation.
You imagined you couldn’t retract?
Sudden lurch: simple mundane absence of a vehicle
Aphrodite: Roots in air are not sustainable?
Sophia: or?
Demeter: The frame stood stripped, dangling
Sophia: Cats from the cradle?
Athena: The senses take in and the mind makes sense of?
Sophia: Listen
Demeter: Beyond path of an abiding trajectory: beyond reach of what might hold.
Hera: Mark footprints at water’s edge
Athena: Collect Sea into wicker basket
Artemis: Retreat. Saving residue of sand
Aphrodite: How the crack of a voice reveals…
Less and less conductive, the precipitated collapse headlong
Twice begged. And twice refused. These things cannot be spoken.
Complexity, by nature, eludes
A thin layer of snow makes blanket. Harsh shadow, house shadow. Pressed forms curve.
Demeter: fragments arc, pitch, plunk into the scantling
Hera: …herself unfit for
Aphrodite: true she had grown thin
Athena: waiting for the other shoe to drop
Somebody ate pomegranate.
Somebody suppliant on the porches of households refused.
Come Spring. Come Rose.
By young Persephone lost to Shades and Shadows. See how the world doth Winter-the barley lost to snow.
Peopled in the tide ere you slept.
Thanks, love.
JDK