February 08, 2014

1124. dinner sizzling

in paragraphs on pages
listed for envisioning ways

we have come, and through these
paragraphs revealed theories for behavior

tracked or tagged or simply observed, for
error arises in practice, as does trust, should we

see a theory refine itself en masse. Idealist relegates
challenges, deaths even, whether calm or not, to greater

sight, further vision, preamble to organic juices mingling still
inside their original placements, wandering decibels wide while

we change so far away from them, their vision groaning like songs
begin; and should we keep our elements as ours, forgetting what we are—

given moments of God's opportunity to shine through—when found, following
the ancient justice teaching our hearts to mind themselves, surrender

their urge to bellow from the heights, their horns, hooves stamping, stampeding
terrain familiar and un- for they are given range to grow trampling drives

across miles of life. Still, in recesses black with held grandeur, life resides
between old and new, our day, a day we dine verge less, complete.

Posted by nancy at February 8, 2014 06:00 PM
Comments
Jay, thank you. I value your opinion. Nancy Posted by: Nancy at February 9, 2014 03:22 PM
Love it. This is real poetry, the art of poetry. Posted by: Jay Bopp at February 8, 2014 08:45 PM
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