Something For The Light To Wean

by Philip F De Pinto

Your love eyes tumble
Through their Venetian blind
And I am not sore afraid
Not in the least afraid
To let the light of you flood through

To find me squatting Buddha like in your tender snare
Something for the trap to wean and heart turn and twist
And pound and pestle into a glorious Griffin
To soar and sore tumble once more to the dusty floor

There is no door in the traps of your soul
You would not permit me entry
And entered would not be sore afraid
There aiming to remain affixed till time's end
Or glues of your light relent

Hail! Hail!
To my saying grace to your light on my sail
Squatting in its tender snare
Something for the sail to wean

We who dare each dawn not be sore afraid
To turn into something as will soar
And sore - burn and tumble to the floor

From sorrow's loftiest peak
Into its islet of rest
Perchance the morrow to rise again
When your love eyes tumbling once more
Through their Venetian blind

Find me
Not sore afraid
Not in the least afraid
To squat Buddha like in your tender snare
Something for the light to wean


Posted on 09/15/2014
Copyright © 2023 Philip F De Pinto

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/16/14 at 10:57 PM

Nice work, Phil. Love the archaic feel of this, thanks to the choice of vocabulary. Like something out of the late 1800s or early 20th century.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/21/14 at 12:31 AM

I think Chris is right. An archaic feel. Also the poem never deviates from its path.

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