what glorious lonely can do

4 Nov

how many years did i run and cover over the hole?

not able to know the wholeness

until I stopped

and felt it–

empty,

nothing there,

alone.

 

leave me to it.

don’t soothe me,

it needs to be seen–

i’m lonely for —

union.

lonely aches

behind the sternum,

and leaks out of my eyes.

i’ve the courage now to feel it–

lonely,

and I’m pressing into that bruise.

-letting it be there.

letting is

composting me

letting is

squeezing out juice

yet here i am,  still asking lonely

grant me

courage without aid

without aspirin

without the phone

without the tubes (You and cathode ray).

hobby callings

flattened.

i am headed to flatline

daring  defribulation when

either side of death

is now okay.

the pulse is not mine to keep or lose.

ha, never was.

ARGH,

the tone is way too serious, here.

from lonely comes

hilarity

this serious poem is a

belly laugh!

but first i seem to be

leaning into whatever

had me running

to begin with.

for years.

good god

what!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

5 Responses to “what glorious lonely can do”

  1. S November 4, 2017 at 5:34 pm #

    Nice one!

  2. mcaimbeul November 4, 2017 at 9:05 pm #

    While simmering in the juices of time we inhale the vapors of clarity. mike

    • marga t. November 4, 2017 at 10:38 pm #

      every november, I seem to be basting for the feast of me. I’m so grateful you grasp my gibberish 🙂

      • mcaimbeul November 4, 2017 at 10:44 pm #

        Indeed my friend, indeed.

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