More Roethke-inspired fun. A revision of a piece previously posted in August 2023.
Sages, Attend
Who dubs me frantic? Summer winds subside.
Her soft feet kiss the grass. I’m quite untied!
Havoc my bumbling wits, tremendous queen;
Show me a dance that only God has seen.
Angels amaze me: all the saints conspire
To plunge my heart into a cool blue fire.
Thomas Carew, have all your lilies faded?
Her limbs are lively. How can I be jaded?
Don't ask me, camerado, why I swoon:
She's Planet Earth, and I her orbiting moon.
My mad mind catches what the best brains miss:
Her gestures are a liturgy of bliss.
Sages, attend: I live to sing her name,
Who smithereens my fear, shatters my shame.
I propagate the faith each lover knows:
My ten commandments are her ten bare toes.
I bend my knees before her, raise my eyes,
And bask in love's perpetual surprise.
Poetry by Uncle Meridian
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Written on 2024-03-30 at 07:12
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