Poetry Fails

[Inspired by Neruda's Here I Love You]:
Here I Love You in the Sun's Nettle and Tatter

Over the tattered shade of leaves and branch,

the sea of fauna and flora breathe and sway,
the white sun's rays pierce and play,

'til the wind settles

and the ray nettles
in mine eye--

'nd you arrive,

your hand raised
o'er mine eye
to my heart staid--

stopped still

in a longing shade

'til the shade waves

and the tatter meddles,
a single leaf, to unsettle
the nettle ray.

breathing and heaving

the almond mends
as much as it bends

'nd gone they are

your hands in the sea
hidden in the tatters
scripted on the ground.

Sometimes the tattered shades wake me up in the early mornings--and even my soul is blinded and muddied.

Here I love you through the trees, sun, and dirt.

I love you still among these hidden things.

The Flower
Trees hold, their roots in ground
while leaves swirl in and around
while I sit and wonder
how it all goes asunder.

Yet the sun, it shines,
warming within its light;
the moon, white and pale,
guides me in the night.

And still the Earth feeds
with gardens, all my needs,
so that I am living.
Even with just a flower,

it is worth, this final hour.

My Dear Friend

smiles and laughter;
frowns and groans;
With you, my friend,
I Cherish them all.

Simply, A Man

A lazy man
is alone;
A loving man
is at home.  

The Friction

The friction intensifies,
the heat builds and kills,
as the skin heaves n' cries.
As it blisters in its shrill;

until it vomits its globs,
sick to its stomache,
cleaving at its core,
begging for a cleric.

The globs form and storm
down the walls of fatigue:
the muscles broken weak,
the friction left them forlorn.

'til they drop, with their salt,
embittering the vision
with the sting of old fault,
dissolving into the depths
of perception:

infecting every lens--
the quick, torrid taint of a lost history.

The Snowflake

Gently; delicately
gliding down,
hung before me
for a moment,


My breathe, droplets in the air,
the ground, your peers, they didn't fare;

In my hand, laid cold,
numb and warm;
I, was too bold,
now left forlorn.

What remained,
my hand wet;
as if we'd never met.

But you mattered,
however brief,
to me, in grief

Before melting
like your peers,
but in my hand,
because of fear.

The snowflake.
As you melt
down my palm,
this I felt,
this you take:

a future unknown
a past cut short
a warmth left cold:

a heart unfolding. 

If Only the World Would See Thee Smile

If only the world would see,
Then just maybe,
It would end internecine;

If only the world would see,
Then just maybe
It would forget tyranny;

If only the world would see,
Then, just maybe
it would believe serenity;

If only;

Then, just maybe
It would see
What I love
in Humanity.

One day, it may be
One day, hopefully
One day, maybe;

The World Would See Thee Smile. 

From Everything To Always

From brooking heartaches
to baking pancakes;
From enduring heartbreaks
to eating wedding cakes;

Though sometimes late
which is okay;
Though sometimes away
but never too far;

You and I. 

So Far Away, The Petal Sways
On the other side of the world,
you play.

In the close quarters of my heart,
you stay.

Rose, so opaquely delicate scarlet,
with stem and thorns,

from afar, you cause furrows along my cheeks
in close proximity, you cause furrows along my lips 

Little Cloud
Mr. Cloud, up above so sigh above me
Why don't you come down here for a moment?
Will you tell me what it is like?

Will you take me with you into the odd sky?
Will you take me to the end of the world?
Will you take me to a place, just you and I?
Will you take me with you for a little twirl?

How do you feel like when you rain down above me?
How do you feel like when you snow down above me?
How do you feel like when you hail down above me?
How do you feel when you just float on by above me?

Mr. Cloud, show me the way home.
I believe you and I go the same way.
Show me the way to eternity.
Show me the way to serenity.

Sometimes I see you in a beautiful throng of bunnies
You look so shiny and bright and white and funny.
Sometimes I see you alone, floating aimlessly abroad
You look so dull and dark and sad and a little cold.

When you are so, are you looking for the bunnies?
I know where they are.
They are just over that Horizon over there.
Come. Let me join you.

Mr. Cloud
We will find them together.
Mr. Cloud
What do you say?

Last Night

When you are looking outside your window
What do you see in the sky?
All that has gone awry with your day flow?
Or hope in the land above high?

Do you sit and dream with the stars?
Or do the stars sit and dream with you?
Do you look for constellations of your heart?
Or is it your heart that’s looking for you?

I found myself staring at the world above
Littered with twilight and diamonds unscathed
Searching for an answer to a prolix question
Scouring the heavens, traveling pace a plague

Only to find an answer of rustic
Yet intertwined with complexity
In searching I find nothing
For it is not a search, but a sally

It is like the great scientist, Francis Bacon, wrote:
"A principal fruit of friendship, is the ease and discharge of the fullness and swellings of the heart, which passions of all kinds do cause and induce...you may take sarza to open the liver, steel to open the spleen, flowers of sulphur for the lungs, castoreum for the brain; but no receipt openeth the heart, but a true friend; to whom you may impart griefs, joys, fears, hopes, suspicions, counsels, and whatsoever lieth upon the heart to oppress it, in a kind of civil shrift or confession."

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