The Rise and Fall of Moods
I.
Receptive pools absorb emotions;
the merry and the miserable
the wicked and the pure.
In brooding contemplation
perceptive sensibilities sort
malignant from benign.
Receding into a hospital shell
drawn in by mood-tides to self-analyze,
without pinching injury to others.
II.
Old-fashioned flirtations
foster romantic affection
and trust irrigates senses with gasoline
that burns the soul from the shell;
to drown and be drowned
when resevoirs of restraint burst.
Trespassers that dupe intuition
born under the House of Home
risk fierce depths
of maternal protection
where priceless treasures
are sheltered above life
by a loyal heart,
forever safe and welcome
in the sacred sanctuary of home.
III.
The pith of a moonbaby doesn't seek
the tears of the woebegone,
the laughter of lovers
the seeds of imagination
and yet the words are seized by pincers
during the rise and fall of moods.
Copyright © Jean Marble | Year Posted 2007
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