Saturday, August 30, 2014


painting by David Bateman, photo by Dan Bazuin

gone to gone quartet- 36 heartbeats           

1
thinking love might have held you
when the gone of love was long

2
hoping love might have melted
the memory of  love's throng

3
meeting love in slowness
when the pace of love stung quick

4
taking love from the places
the hand of love prefixed

5
knowing the syntax of feeling
when the suffix of love left out

6
greeting the word lost once when
the third and the twice were in doubt

7
leaving the rhythm behind you
when the shout of love’s distance pretends

8
praying for all love’s beginnings
the middles that stifle the ends

9
lifting the core wrought by sorrow
when the heft of the verse falls through


*


1
we answered pleasure with promise
where keeping had run out of time

2
we traversed the summit of loveliness
where the beauty of heights failed to shine

3
when the air left us panting with lightness
our hearts were weighted by fear

4
when the fusion of souls moved beyond us
our darting eyes filled with tears

5
what of the keeping betrayed us
when the pact of our breath was made

6
what then could leaving have left us
when the steep of the hill failed the grade

7
why was the empty of flow
over the brim of our hopes

8
why do the loveliest rathers
over reach that upon which we dote

9
what do the leaves tell the flowers
over seasons begging to end


*


1
pulling the ripe out of blossom
greening the rot of the ear

2
corning the ship of the mast on
the rim of the cob left to rip

3
plucking the tuft of the cotton
wiggling the lobe of the mirror

4
when the sound of the food ripe to rotting
and the shaft of the lip loses grip

5
tonguing the lapping falsetto
left to the tonsil of cheer

6
castrating the balls of the diamond
filling the ballast by the pier

7
smirking the spine bald of fear
cringing at heart’s lost facade

8
towing the line left to curvature
roping the calves left to leg

9
keeping the handout palmless
robbing the borrow from beg


*


1
twirling the stick in the mud
pulled from marshes of sheen

2
tweeking the pads of the lilies
curled by the glint of esteem

3
thinking love could have bound them
when the plinth of love crumbled on

4
hoping love should have coddled
the memory of  loves tumbling song

5
meeting love in retreat
when the backwards of love came forth

6
raking love from the gardens
the fingers of love pushed in

7
knowing the grammar of stealing
when the clause of love fell through

8
greeting a world lost without us
the thud and the splice cut down

9
leaving the lyric to heaven
when the rasp of love’s stammer distends



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