Not one for resolutions
She committed to no change
She lived her life, post January one
As previously arranged
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Demolish habits long ingrained?
Shun drink? Self prohibition?
Transform image ~ rebellious, bold
Complacency? Contrition?
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What thrill or fun would that produce?
Experiences deny?
I’m traveling fast and light, she mused
Livin’ hard ’til the day I die
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Want the change.
Be inspired by the flame
Where everything shines as it disappears.
The artist, when sketching, loves nothing so much
As the curve of the body as it turns away.
— Rainier Maria Rilke
And now, a rondelet, inspired by Rilke…
Change beckons, “Come!”
Turn, curve, open up, discover
Change beckons, “Come!”
Hone not pieces, parts, but the sum
Heed not carping of another
Stoke your fire, let no-one smother
Change beckons, “Come!”
Soar, eat ether,
see what has never been seen,
depart, be lost,
but climb.
- Edna St. Vincent Millay
Like Vincent, Charles, Oscar, Paul, and Henri
I AM tempted to soar
~ surprising none more than me ~
Via Absinthe
Conservative, risk-aversive, straight-narrow, certainly
I’ve a craving for ether
Yearn to rise up and see
What’s never been
Fear of departure, lest forever lost
I analyze hazards
Consider all costs
Of climbing
And I choose
Photo by Kim Nelson, Florence, Italy
God spoke,
“Go on, now. Do it. I gifted you. Be brave.”
And as she always had done,
She listened and obeyed.
She left that breaking place,
But then old fears set in.
She thought, “How to begin? Within?”
Alone.
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“You’re not.”
He spoke again.
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“Identify your heart’s desire.”
“You’re God. You tell me, sir.”
“You’re god, too; and I trust you.
Choose your path, my dear.”
“I want a shoppe
Mine, bottom to top
Where evil dare not enter in.”
“Good plan,” He said, “Lambkin.”
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So she and God,
They found a space
She made it perfectly her place.
Called it “The G Spot,” after Him.
He was amused.
Evil ventured not in.
Win ~ Win
Will I go to hell
For this lust
Wanting you,
Fully,
Body and soul?
Will I be condemned
To perdition
By consuming you
Gluttonously,
Whole?
Will I be denied life eternal
For greedily
Taking
You,
More?
Will I be damned
In this lifetime,
For slothfully
Becoming
Your whore?
Will I be cast
Into oblivion
When my wrath
Spews forth
At your neglect?
Will I lose my place
In God’s heaven
When I envy her
Me,
You reject?
Will I go to jail
Life behind bars?
When passion, pride
Crime,
I‘m suspect?
Will I?
What the hell do you think?