kismet

Were my heart but two,

partitioned logically and fairly

divided under great concern

like sweet cakes divvied amongst you

equity considered

but yours committed eternal.

Were the river not so wide,

but just as moving swift,

forked but parallel ,

destined harmonies;

concurrent.

Lo, the wind is from all directions this morning

though I bend not with it,

but perhaps I ponder it with more complexity

than its course deserves. But do I now?

From the south is a stream that flows

a current eurythmic in its bed;

From the north a crosswind

a perpendicular element

boasting, reveling imprudence; 

From the east and west are winds

I understand too little 

to mention much;

Then, above I released my heart to ascend to.

A prayer in hopes

two would seal.

Could this hardening dream be exterialized?

Were not my heart as two,

there be one less to orchestrate

inside a blazing cacophony

I never imagined.

Were the river not so wide,

not as deep as my soul,

perhaps I would find navigation

with an aplomb accord.

Harken! It is well for me to sleep.

This I shake myself after a cool drink,

after a relapse into the tangling weaves 

of waterways and wind

on charts I lack maturity to understand.

Perhaps near,

this will be a recollection.

Even still, reconciliation is desired in this verse,

resolve on the root chord somehow,

impute to me this that I offer you.

Via patience we will discover

how it is meant for us to sail.

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Four years and Im still returning...til then.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I'm here... reading....and sitting on the morning....

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I think your such a hopeless romantic :) the winds always know more than the heart beats!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

stopping by to become inspired....as i always am here within your world!

[Claire in VA]

This really showcases your talent.
I am proud of how much you have grown.
Just compare the long agos to the nows.

[paul sal.....]

When left alone, we do ride the currents of life and sometimes learn a thing or two and pull ashore to spend what we've learned in a constructive nurturing way and other times.....................

[Shirlena]

Haunting and enchanting...worth the length of the read which became a blur because there was such substance and grand use of language. I would like to say more like...mesmerizing.

[Ruth]

Sometimes we have to just breathe and sway and bend as we can, not how we wish to...your poetry drips...drips...drips...with glistening and breathtaking imagery x

[Rita L. Sev]

A classic flow in this piece, truly beautiful poetry here, Xavier.

[lost girl]

Your hand is like a mountain encasing, protective, among the dark sands. The winds blow change but love remains cherished....un compromised. You are growing in those Cherokee eyes of yours. The seeds are becoming trees.:) The winds will continue to blow ...challenging your deepest omission ....remember dear friend the stars & the moon are there. The water carries your burdens. You are never alone......