Rich With Poetry
I have always felt
rich with poetry--
hoping my crop
of words, will be
sustenance for others
as well as myself,
and sometimes a
decadent dessert
found when sniffing
and tasting the delicacies
(a literary buffet)….
Of course, this is about
my physical and not
my spirit, the enigmatic
conjecture behind all art
and movement for that
matter; though we only
have ourselves and the
selves of other believers
as support, science unwilling
to accept anything that doesn’t
bite them in the asses
or spin them like tops
whether down or up….
As if anything, truly exists
outside ourselves
having slept the many histories
of my creation…
when I
close my eyes this time
and the mystery of my beating
heart stilled,
I doubt that
a delicate wing would ever
again take flight, nor a blossom
open, enchanted by sunlight….
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2020
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