my heart's captured
by hope’s passionate embrace
maybe it’ll send me on
to a land cushioned and controlled
by the might of love
such an intrusion I wouldn’t mind
on countless capillaries and nerves
I’ll rest my weary head
perhaps massage my bones and adjust my sciatica
or do some damn exercise
to reactivate that blueprint skin
I’ve become so attached to
I guess it’s always been my nature
to analyze at and evaluate
the enthusiasm residing within
magical bits of character
all genetically influenced
and spiritually arranged
by uncontrollable circumstances
intertwined with destined outcomes
I just want to catch
even a “small” glimpse of divine intervention
through love’s nous and courage
and pure color and form
I want to stand without staring too loud
maybe I’ll make it through to the other side
by repairing the damage of misaligned free will
favoring nothing
rather allowing everything to rise upon its own resolve
Excellent poem.
right before downing a cool gulp of Riesling...
enthusiasm residing within magical bits of character. Yes,
to catch a glimpse is divine destiny.
Lady Mary Ann
Love ya!
Jane
Since I don't expect a cushion there, I'm doing it all on this side before my blue blood runs out and I can't exercise anymore.
Ron
even a “small” glimpse of divine intervention
Love those lines, Jude. Is there any "believer" who isn't constantly looking for this. We hope, we pray and we search and we wish that there was just one small glimmer of something that will let us know that it is not all for naught, that there is a higher power and that there is something more when all of this is done. What have we not done out of the concern that we may jeopardize our hereafter? If it were certain yea or nay, I do believe that we would make many different choices. So we settle for love, because it seems to be something that is non-condemning. If we were certain that this is all there is, we would never settle for love, we would all live wild and free and use up every bit of ourselves in the process. Most thought provoking write, Jude.
The crux of the matter, well it could be very obvious but it's not the knowing that is challenging but it's the doing that we all flounder on.
Sometimes you just have to take the bull by the balls oops I meant horns (lol) and go for the gusto! I would!
Awesome poetry my man!
Peace light and love
Amber
budd
my kind of poetry.
Diana....
Sandie
I quite understand that, Jude. I mean, what's it all about Alfie?