With The Dear-life of it All

Particulars while the clanking staff of you...

a seniority of deserts bare-butted, and infantile,

wander you--accentuated brash, and full-throat...

good John in heaps of baptism--irrepressible.

The perfume of charged air silvered by a frenetic

vein of lightning...faithfully cracking the same

old ground overhead.

...Till you would have it reveal some tropic-colored

inwardness--as it were, a fanciful living and dying

in a fistful may finally transfigure a crowd of atoms

with the dear-life of it All.

Reviews

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~ every time i read you, Sire... you give me those "atoms"... and reinforce my faith in all things poetry... and all things life... ~ you personify the purpose of poetry...and life when you write...

[Onoma]

Serah...I don't even know how to respond to such a review...
(a half an hour has lapsed since the above written words)...
now I know I've blessed you, as you so bless me. I'm literally
vibrating now (it's early afternoon here)...I've faith that something
beautiful will be painted with this energy today--this is what
you do, what you give.

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~ thanks a million, Sire... i'm completely speechless... and humbled... to read your words for me...