AN EMOTIONAL MYSTERY

BeheadwebA gentle flow inside
wishes me to let go.
An insolent pride
with speeches of woe
would starve off my embers
and trample my children
~
with answerphone distemper
cramp my easy entrance.

The doorbell in my face
tunes the channel to soul growth
and the next call I make
in the seething furrow
finds a cure for chaos
in emotional mystery;

the sense of new Eros
assists the distillery.

     ***

Trooping the colour,
this time seeing nothing.

I can’t explain, or else
wander off again.

The miracle of things growing:
I’m scared of what comes next.

It must be too easy,
like necklaces and necks.

– People should be themselves
and not a bittersweet joke.

– If you grow up on a bogus journey
then cross it off the list.

– Don’t fight the lines of new relief
or you’ll fall fast asleep.

– As time diminishes
challenge becomes paramount.

– Lubricate a growing measure
to communicate a knowing pleasure.


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