The Poetry Of.
Kim Rush.....................................................
Older Colder Molder
Winter:
Cracks my thinning bones
Grays my beard to stiff bristles
Squeaks my joints to stiff remorse
Fogs gray cells of mine
Moves memory to black and white and forgot
Yells back at youth through broken tooth smile
Raises to bathroom nights, but not to silky woman
Old flesh feet snap and break on frozen ground
Mixes stew of life to bubble brown steam,
But I have been
tough as gristle while
Wisdom's earning comes with long life yearning.
Full Love Fool
This blank eyed man sings from a mute voice upon the white page
With note/words delicate and power of the language art
Singing in his verse of sublime love more than all human ages
Beyond the thin liquid line of time, the future lovers of true love’s voice
From the stance of Shakespeare, Donne, Milton,
more more, more, and flat language of screaming love
hope that Cupid's tiny arrow still strikes within your hear,
flung with hyperbole and want to stick you to him
For he promises to hold the universe in his small hands
To breathe the earth's air of atmosphere for you
To drink the oceans dry of water in effort to bubble his love for you
To dig the sands of earth by each grain to count the ways he loves you
To catch the brilliant rays from each star to shine dimly in your glory
To take the weight of all planets in a shallowness of his heavy love
And cry each tear of joy in honor of you
He tries in foolhardy grandeur to yell his love for you
On the blank page of the moment of a life
Straining impossibly to hold you for evermore
A fool of madness called eternal love he aches for your love in return,
but knows the life of a fool in trying to reach for the goddess of female beauty,
but he can not stop in trying because of the drive of love
A blind man sings on the page in mute voice to you.
"Very nice poem," she says. "Can you sell it?"
Life Ribbon
Seasons flash by
colors fuse a flowing line:
pink of passion
grey of dull
red anger sparks,
blue spells
black disaster,
yellow of yawns
the stacking of dirty dishes
goes on and on and on.
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