3 posts tagged “love”
approximately three-hundred eighty thousand feet
stretches the highway of
points A to B
separating
the work-week drudgery
from the ebullient release
of our reunion,
which i contemplate
repeatedly,
and thus
to my artful heart
flows all the color(s) of your love:
replete, and yet ebbing
between viscous and diffuse
and spontaneously reversing
coupled symmetry
like the waters whirl-pooling
about our ambitions and commitments,
goals and aspirations,
plans and realities:
tumultuous and exciting (are)
the rhythms and viscerality (of)
patterns and imagery--
the strengthening emotive song
swooning and mounting
:
i am yours
in thought and years,
body and spirit,
from the farthest and nearest distances,
i love-adore you,
and this i know
has entangl'd our souls
:
i am yours, freely and truly,
rising beyond-above
the moment's transcendental shove
into our metamorphisizing wondrous-love.
the tug of the mud-wet earth
in the after-image of a saturating swell
of the swaddling atmosphere,
like soft clean cotton sheets,
puts me into me transcendently.
I am here within.
I am freed from me by virtues,
by the telescopic universe
and the modal union of this massaging hug
of love-understanding.
should i feel unsatisfied
by the language,
the cadence,
and the urgency
of truth-love,
i would buckle-bend
and enfold into the ocean
like a breaking wave
sand-grit orgasmic rumbling
and find renewal
as the precepts of reason dissolve
and pull away,
and the asthetic and the meaning surface
in an effervesant wind
through thoughts and imagination.
the mathematic swarm of identity and relation,
the cosmic compulsion of awe and expansion
i become as you become as we uncover(ed)
"natural love"
the dew coalescing (leafy breaths)
ours is not a sacred touch
the morning of Is (the living tree)
Today I wrote this poem in the spirit of what I know of Haiku. I don't want this to be judged as a Haiku, but merely note that it was inspired by my knowledge of the form. This poem came to me for my sweetheart, RoseAnna. She inspires me regularly, and I am so happy to have found her. Strangely enough, immediately before posting it, I found this post concerning humility with relation to catholic-love, and I considered my poem in what I know of catholic-love (I was raised Catholic). I do not openly loathe religion, but I do not openly accept it either. (I might post some day my views about religion, and my meditations on religiousity.) I consider myself to be a transcendentalist in many respects, but I must admit ignorance of most of the associations with the term. I enjoyed reading gelasia's post, and responded with a reaction. My views differ, but I think we can all speak a similar language.
