Spill Through Me

been reading Pound

Spill through me the dark waters

of that eternal sea, what life

was intended to be--

the good graces of evolution

to see myself less free.

Bath me in the kind loneliness

of a gently pebbled beach,

the wild wash of relentless waves;

let some higher power speak gently to us

through all the days and nights

ahead, how Hades stole fair

Persephone once all those years ago.

Ken e Bujold

Reviews

[W. Barrett Munn]

PS: there are great movivators for poets in the stories of the gods and goddeses.

[Ken e Bujold]

indeed there are. one of my fav sources of research, whether I cite the good or legend directly or indirectly, the old legends are in my m work a lot

[Red Brick Keshner]

Kind loneliness is soothing as well as numbing. Perhaps it makes it easier to receive from that higher power which speaks gently. As for stealing fair ones, that day is now long gone, even poetry has lost its spell for the most part. But that's just a solitary thought.

[Ken e Bujold]

for me, the kind loneliness is silence. from this i find solace in the stolen moment to let myself simply be with whatever is around me. My higher power is quite simply "it" not necessarily sentient, just causal. neither vengeful or benevolent. some say this is the zen, but not so for me, its just being at peace with myself

[Red Brick Keshner]

I'll go with peace as well. Reminds me of the journey of 'Paperman.'

[Neville]

the title caught my attention immediately .. it is indeed brilliant and what followed closely behind is too .. Ciao for now but I am sure to be back .. Neville

[W. Barrett Munn]

yes, I would think i was reading that old coot if some of the lines were offset or if you wrote part in Italian.

Winston