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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
09/15/2014 Posted on 09/15/2014
Copyright © 2024 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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