Always, Urging

Yearning is elementary, human

gravity Whether it's for hope or

sordid depravity The ache of the

eye; the urge ushered in by 

other unmentionable things  

The blood in the cauldron of who

we are, to travel far on the whim

of this ineluctable spin

Orbits and wishes and simple 

inevitabilities Almost silicone 

circuit electron stabilities 

As we crawl on the knees of our

needing and sip at the Fountain

of Breathing The man who desires

no more is a liar; the man who

desires no more is Dead 

Reviews

[catwriter]

I do so love your poetry.
The run-ons hard for my old eyes.
So I would do it differently
Since Emily's my muse
And Robert Frost my prime.
But then the heart and soul of you -
it must be yours not mine.

[Casey Truax]

Take that, Buddha. Great rhythm and many great lines here. "to travel far on the whim /
of this ineluctable spin" is my favorite.