Climbing Parnassus
in a heralded enactment
the piquant Venus of Poetry
ascended the mountain-side
to bind a lover’s knot with a
condemned prisoner of wine
set ablaze with sweet ruin
two bodies became elegant tomes
rapacious tarns in an unmade bed
& sustained a sordid countenance
the fleeing narrator divorced ire
bursting from the lean highland
yet still secretly willing to oblige
the inner erotica of ardent canto
etching sacrifices into smooth stone
round words blossomed in bunches
curved and tufted grazing thighs
arousing lascivious intervals of rapture
measured against infinite imperial fire
the apex was a foredawn conclusion
& the eminence of mercy generous
amid strands of rhyme & drips of wine
Venus of Poetry tangled in the idle limbs
of an illicit lover remains the solitary detail
of shrewdly embellished mythology
climbing Parnassus
climbing Parnassus
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Just a little poetry as we head into the weekend and leading up to the end of another year. Where did the time go? It flew by these past nine months or so like a dream. Several days have felt much like Bill Murray's 'Groundhog Day', some were full of joy and some with writing and friendship, others were less than desirable. Looking forward, I can only hope for growth, to be better, do to better and to walk with grace, goodness, in the spirit of creative thinking and with a pure heart.
I thought about doing a list, you know 'the best of 2012', but the best things about this year other than a few songs I fell in love with and a few movies that impressed, have all been right here, wallpapering the inside of my paper teapot, with you. Thank you for being here and for indulging me, I am forever grateful.
I am sure I'll post again before the last day of 2012 expires but in the event that I don't, peace be with you and yours, in good health and kindness.
In propinquity,
Nic
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