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Between The Turnings Of Our planet.

Updated on March 2, 2010

God grants us only 25,550
sunrises and sunsets
if we live to be seventy,
and expects us to fill
the in betweens with
as much beauty and light
as we possibly can.
Thus he gave us love
to share the task with another,
and lustful pleasure to make it
less hard and more joyful,
and guilt to coax us
back to the right,
and memories to bring us
back to what's left,
and he concludes it all
daily with a blazing panorama
of colorful delight,
and then raises the curtain
on another lovely show
come morn....


From the clay compressed

From the
clay compressed
I have formed many things
beauty for the eye to behold
and the functional pieces as well
molding and shaping the earth in small
segments into something more then
just plain Terra firm
painting and glazing the joy
of sunrises and sets on it's
hardened skin, so thirsty for more
and all so often gathered
around the necks of thousands
and on their collars much
of my work in a mini gallery
draws request for more
it is sweet bliss to take
the raw and make it pure
fingers embedded like sex
into an earthy hole and widening
it into a vessel of love
much later
the clay will compress me
long after I am
formed into a waxen face of death
boxed in polished beauty
for the grieving to behold
and functional for the period viewed
molding and shaping the earth
to receive me into terror firm
for all who fear death
small segments of my past
will be etched and glazed
in sorrowful words of passing
over my painted visage below
and sunrises and sunsets
will shadow it's hardened
granite faced skin
a marker of my non-existence
as pieces of all I wrought
continue to gather around
and grace the necks and collars
in a post Morten showing
it is sweet bliss
to meta morph from what is raw
into something pure
flesh embedded like sex
into an earthy hole
widening it as the soul
escapes it's clutches
in a vessel of love
forever more....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~©-MFB III


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      Missi Darnell 7 years ago from Southern California

      A poet you are. I enjoyed this very much. Thanks for sharing.