@d-pend A primrose is all blush and grin;
O Loving Lady—let me in!
Methinks you bloom for I alone
and ours a bliss that starlights hone.
I know you drink from that same spring
from which our words grow wary, ring
with cautious burning and groves raze,
erect tall monuments, seethe haze
but you speak naught yet to the soul
give peace, repose—a brief parole
from self-enacted prison terms
"Why, for the wind, make yourself worms?"
"You do not crawl but walk upright;
your form's a bloom and not a blight.
Your heart a bud which opes the more
you languish on primordial shore.
Compassion, feelful joy that brims
on bound'ry where made flesh th' whims
Imagination dreams 'fore dawn
of lithesome mind, of breaking brawn
all lapped on sands of foreign world
so verdigris, to loam down-hurled.
You need but drink from roots and sky
to be as virtue-lush as I."
Falls of text I loose until
they melt and swell in ebbing rill:
dissolve to bends and pinion'd light
dispelling sound past wrong and right.
..Writing & Images..
.....By
..May 6th, 2019..
