jj jackman and the Truth will set you free - index
ciao cherida 4 (Olesya* and Vasile*) 5/20/2005 Olesya and Vasile did meet one fateful night Seems the former clothed in beauty And the latter bare in verse The former certain of an end To quite a recent flight The latter troubled by the depth Of a deep inner plight They seemed in short brief pulses Like grapes from frothing vats** To soar to pure perfection Seeing more than meets the eye And in this ether striving To maintain this final place Distressed by ceaseless ebbing Just as waves beat on the shore Tearing down the child’s sand castle (This flooding of these finer minds First to clay and then to mush Lasting only as impression As the slight mound left behind) Then Olesya said some pretty words She liked Vasile’s gold Versace frames And he, the seal of culture somehow nestled in her ways and lace so finely fashioned! And thus in condescending This sweet friendship saw a birth That only basic arts can carve So Beauty bore her burden And left the surface for a while And Poetry snubbing troubling truth To catch a breath of air Distressed by ceaseless ebbing Just as waves beat on the shore Tearing down the child’s sand castle (This flooding of these finer minds First to clay and then to mush Lasting only as impression As the slight mound left behind) So crowd me with Your purpose The validity of my decision That i, a useful vessel once Now steeped in stark derision Be but at present for disuse Would such a Friend eternal Lash me with this cold incision Sripping me of all my earthly dreams Removed with such precision And there incarnate, the reverse In matchless poise and confidence In silence and without much speech Infusing me where my great loss Did sound so blatant and so harsh Sat Beauty needing not to move But chiseled here, and there relieved As allay to the restless mind And gentle to the tired eye Olesya and Vasile did meet one fateful night And in this ether striving To maintain this final place Distressed by ceaseless ebbing Just as waves beat on the shore Tearing down the child’s sand castle (This flooding of these finer minds First to clay and then to mush Lasting only as impression As the slight mound left behind)*pron “Ah lee see a” / “Va see lay” ** wine