Poem #3: I SINK, WHEREFORE I AM Woman, I am aware you care, Bending your heart to mine, to share, And now professes this man, too scared To confess that, yes, his heart is bared. Theres bare an hour goes by, most assured no day, When my mind wont try to see your face, Or my smile doesnt happen to find its way To my eyes, my soul, my deep inner place. Each day recalls your eyes, your glow, Your utterly lovely lips of love. Yet how to figure what youre about, With me not knowing what is there to know? Now, all I can ever show you is me, No acting, no games, no mysteries - A simple man, a Main Street Joe? No, nothing so plain, no common fellow, But a compound, complex, curious being, With furious needs for knowing and seeing, And all of it there, writ plain as day, Engraved there, deep, upon my face. Way down neath bottom, my spirit heats up E’er feeding my being, and whetting my soul. Its all that I have and all I control, (What little I can) till time says to stop. It blows through my life, with gales and swells. What magic I own, dont know and cant tell. I only can follow; it shows me its ways, When it flares up my aura, and sings me wails. …To be in charge is the western way, Inscrutable eastern’s what others say. But life takes its course, inside of me, And my soul sails out, out oer the sea, To where itll take me, to where Im not shallow - Part of lifes grip, in its flow, in its shadow. No maddening crowds e’er know where I live, In a gladdened inside, with sun rooms a-lit. Flowing I yearn for, and earn my way forward, Oer the warnings I head for the far side world, Unfurling my mind, my wandering thoughts, All flat-out so often, a-wonder on naughts. Defeated by minnows, and lord oer galaxies, Many missed evolutions, and complexities. And where do I end up, pray tell, on my journey? When all of its over, each bit done, finí ? And what will it gain me, if when its all done, Im here or Im there, and its me all alone? Will it all then be worth it, yon passage of worlds, Whirled singly and splaying me open, unfurled? So open, so wizened, enlightened and blissed, All arrived, yes, but never yet fully been kissed? So spare me, my Universe. Keep me from that, Sir. Can a man be a man, sir, who’s not got that answer? Copyright © 2012 Steve Garcia
Posted on: Mon, 29 Dec 2014 06:12:20 +0000
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