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For Tantalus

 

i    The reaching, the reaching the always reaching
The line in chalk on the black slate.

 

ii    The hand drawn folded over the eyes
The weep, the gasp, the shaking
The shedding of burdens
of the exhaustion of the reaching
of the maybe, the not-yet, the could-be

 

iii    The vine, the branch,
the fruit imprisoned by the quantum wind
The linkages and refusals
of ions, resonances, pauses, and hesitancies

 

iv   The wind erodes the sand.
The sand erodes the wind.

 

v    You are not what I thought you would be
You have arrived, but have I departed?

 

vi    Am I your trapeze
your well-worn bar
your stave against gravity
as you inhabit your grasping and
--blessed relief!-- your letting go?

 

vii   Or shall I be your orange
with a slice peeled half off
The yearning of the rind for the rusty blade

 

That opens a wound

That pushes forth a stem
That erupts a tree

 

That drives the black sky to dangle insolently, relentlessly

beyond my reaching

 

viii   Have I found you at last?
And is my wound for healing?

 

 

LB, 12/30/2019

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For Tantalus

 

i    The reaching, the reaching the always reaching
The line in chalk on the black slate.

 

ii    The hand drawn folded over the eyes
The weep, the gasp, the shaking
The shedding of burdens
of the exhaustion of the reaching
of the maybe, the not-yet, the could-be

 

iii    The vine, the branch,
the fruit imprisoned by the quantum wind
The linkages and refusals
of ions, resonances, pauses, and hesitancies

 

iv   The wind erodes the sand.
The sand erodes the wind.

 

v    You are not what I thought you would be
You have arrived, but have I departed?

 

vi    Am I your trapeze
your well-worn bar
your stave against gravity
as you inhabit your grasping and
--blessed relief!-- your letting go?

 

vii   Or shall I be your orange
with a slice peeled half off
The yearning of the rind for the rusty blade

 

That opens a wound

That pushes forth a stem
That erupts a tree

 

That drives the black sky to dangle insolently, relentlessly

beyond my reaching

 

viii   Have I found you at last?
And is my wound for healing?

 

 

LB, 12/30/2019

comments (4)

  • Chris
  • England
  • 5 Jan 2020, 06:48
I admire the redness of the dying leaf Larry
Larry Bliss: thank you...
  • Astrid
  • Netherlands
  • 5 Jan 2020, 18:34
The beauty of Fall, Larry.
Larry Bliss: Thanks, Astrid
  • Philine
  • Germany
  • 5 Jan 2020, 20:20
You are a lover of the autumnal leaves - I like this theme very much.
Larry Bliss: Thanks, Philine.
  • Alan
  • United Kingdom
  • 5 Jan 2020, 20:46
Nature gives us some lovely sights - as here.
Larry Bliss: Thanks, Alan.

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