fountains, fields, visions (with evoca)

Self-explanatory? Search for self? You tell me, eh?

me, i'm jasmine and clover honey
rooted to the idea of tragedy
being a jaded ruby slipper.

dorothy?
she found the lucky land
whisked back
and found
all sorts of redemption�
violet, the colour of wind upon tongues
hushed and soft, genie brilliance
whisked, whisked egg-battered whites
and sunrises telling me
i'm such a dreamer,
a flagrant, fragrant dreamer

too caught up
in why
one size fits all
never fits quite right,
too believing
of brown-nosed strangers
poking sticks and stones
and filthy promises
into my hands.

i don't believe them now.
i found sanctity
in the cathedral of my belly.
i found a gravel road
and decided
it needed spraying
with gypsies
gaping wide, smiling
as if their jeans would burst
and turn scarlet
from loving and laughing
so damn hard.

and that's what i want: magic and energy
to tell me i am jasmine and clover honey
searching for other fields, searching for grass
to lay my head upon, my stalks
and shadows and petals
and dandelion crowns
to graze upon
my version
of a violet
halo.

i believe in different meanings of essence.
in the totality of infinite. in the reasoning
of the obscure, art-fucked tendencies
found in intellectuals, hobo musos
and junked-up hookers
searching, searching
for?

you'll find it, i'm sure.
arcs and circles, arcs and circles.

hold my hands.

Author's Note

Ok, decided to post a recent one here for some of you... what the hell, right?

Reviews

[Vanessa Whiteley]

What a sensational poem. As with most of your poems it has an original with language juxtaposing diverse images that seem to suit so well. It's like a trip down that yellow brick road to find it sprayed with gypsies and I guess that is my favourite part of this poem.

i found a gravel road
and decided
it needed spraying
with gypsies
gaping wide, smiling
as if their jeans would burst
and turn scarlet
from loving and laughing
so damn hard.

Its actually quite a long road but because of the twists and turns it doesn't seem too long. I could listen to it all day long.

[Emily B]

wandering back through old favorites, I hope this finds you well

[Doug]

this is the imagery that i seek in my own writing. it's just really good. i don't know what else to say.

doug

[Emily B]

I came to visit your words this morning, J. I wanted a quiet place. One with blue skies and green life. Now I've had a walk down strange familiar lanes, I should probably get back to work. I hope all is well with you, my friend.

[mysticgmekeepr]

as per usual captivating and moving and down right delightful. Every time I read your poems I feel like I stand at the edge of a river and shed my clothes and take the plunge, knowing I will touch a warm place and something sacred in the waters of your thoughts.
It is a circle dance we are all engaged in while searching, and some will find what it is they are searching for and some it will allude.

[Justin Tobey]

Excellent poem. I love the sort of journey that it describes. Everything flowed nicely, and the imagery was incredible. Good job!

[Hedra Helix]

Amazing.

[Hedra Helix]

this too please.

[Touché Armada]

Woohoo I listend to your evoca.. Well J I guess I understand why the accent is so appealing to so many people,, or perhaps it's your tone. Eh I always think other peoples voices fit them so well.
Happy I stopped by again.. This really is a beautiful poem.

[E. M. Murren]

This is another WOW piece. You write a lot of those. It is when I read and listen to poets like you that I can really see how fine writing is done. Breathtaking work.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Lions and tigers and bears, oh my! I loved this! You had me from go. Great writing.