ends

never enough of too much

until caution

binds the random hand

heart strapped in coarse hours

the tipsy tongue

tastes quiet

old willing world's

the ship of yes

                     she sails

you to the brink of know

then lets you go

Reviews

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Wow Ed, what a poetic mouthful you have shared above in stating the fact that just when we learn to live, learn we know not a damn thing, we have become old and aged in an eye's blink, and it is all over but that final sigh of goodbye ... Beautifully done ...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

reminds me of a story by Alice Walker..."everyday use" and how Dee would read to her mother and sister...but just when they would start to understand, she would stop...
knowledge just out of reach until it is too late, and we can no longer use it.
j.

[J. J. Nightingale]

How wonderful the blessings we hold dear
inside a knowing heart..
How special the journey of a million faces/times/Dreams..Loves..
How special we are granted LIFE..

And now we know the rest of the story......

Jazzy...♥

[emmajoy]

To live wanting and never experiencing would mean Life is nothing more than a stale existence lived in a box with a lid gradually sliding down.

But, having inhaled the air within and around one's own history, there comes a slow but crazy dance with multitudinous stars playing games with day-time clouds. Perhaps.

[Coyote Poetry]

My friend. You said a handful in the words. Too much, too little. The yes can become no. Life is wild and twisted. Thank you Ed for sharing the amazing poetry. Made me think this morning.
Coyote