If I speak in riddles it is only because
It hurts too much to tell you how it really was
And even though I was there I never quite knew
What to think of what my young self was going through
Such thoughts as I have are visual memories
Which resist translation into words such as these
By my old self today looking back on it all
Some parts of which appeal while most others appall
An unfinished memoir better left unbegun
A long and hard and painfully protracted fall
In suicidal spiral through the bright spring sun
But I fall free as you will see when I have done
What I came here to do and that it was better
Spoken in riddles than written in a letter
Neither sage nor salesman I am not so clever
As to think I could describe the brink of never
Nice work, Steve, but then your work is always top notch, yin and yang of unpleasant memoirs, but with your style, you could add alot of color to the unpleasantries that I know happened to you as a young child experiencing family dynamics in nightmarish swirling aperture closing in on not so perfect of a situation in the camera's viewfinder....The Brink of Never spoken in riddles comprehends that at least you acknowledge it always and have moved far on - by writing many volumes of poetry which is so commendable...be well always, Steve...Blessed Be.
"But I fall free as you will see when I have done
What I came here to do and that it was better
Spoken in riddles than written in a letter"
TOTALLY AWESOME...love it Stevie...speaks my mind through verse and rhyme the above...so true, so right..."Spoken in riddles than written in a letter" these are the exact words I wanted to relay to someone earlier but they had eluded me. Heeeheee now I see where they went..into your poetic hue/bin...well lucky I found them again.
Happiness to you as always now you take good care,
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
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Warmly,
Sage
(((HGUS))) and love, Karla.
What I came here to do and that it was better
Spoken in riddles than written in a letter"
TOTALLY AWESOME...love it Stevie...speaks my mind through verse and rhyme the above...so true, so right..."Spoken in riddles than written in a letter" these are the exact words I wanted to relay to someone earlier but they had eluded me. Heeeheee now I see where they went..into your poetic hue/bin...well lucky I found them again.
Happiness to you as always now you take good care,
Soul sista G also loved that art piece too!
U smilin' hope so