Apollyon

I'de like to trade my Taurus for a pickup truck

so I could have less room in my garage for your

mothers furniture. That way the final

strings to the horizon will be broken and I can

reach past that bottomless  heart you share with irony

and Colorado-ness.

And I will hear you when you ask me again,

what poems have done for me; how have they

changed the workings in the night? And I

will tell you again about energy. Of how effortless

one can become a swallow,

a crocus blossom or a beatup ballerina.

And with my radical fist raised, you will kiss me

beyond all entropy, drag me by my apron thru the house

and free me

from this magic spell I've woven.

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

i love it that your muse follows you into the garage (and the bathroom) and is your easy companion, and feeds that fire in you with the simple kindling and fallen logs of daily life...having said these few words, i look down and see mr mojo has been here before me...oh,well...

[writing mojo]

it's the shell of our former-selves that have nicks and crannies from the journey with look out on things in a scattered line..you can do that take the most minuet things and turn them into the art living and breathing from every day life ..excellent piece

[h d e rushin]

thank you brother for your excellence...dana

[Terpsichore]

Poets knows what poetry does. They see an old abandoned tyre at the side of the road and rather than dismiss it as just another bit of carelessly abandoned rubbish, there comes a wondering about its travels; all that it has seen, how many sunrises and sunsets it has enjoyed as it spins endlessly to those far horizons.

As ever, you weave magic with your words. T

[h d e rushin]

stuck my head in here and saw some kind words...Thank you so much Terpsichore....dana

[HippieSoulPunx]

A loved one shares their home in your heart with many other things. Sometimes it feels a bit cramped, but sometimes they see the beauty of the heart they all share, the person in common, that loves them dearly. Beautiful write.

[h d e rushin]

thank you my dear friend....dana

[W.k.kortas]

The destroyer and the creator, intermingled masterfully herein, as well as your textbook ability to jump effortlessly between this workaday world, and the realms of myth and magic. The raising of the fist (perhaps a Fist?) and the deliverance of a kiss to a god in an apron. I read this, and I simply shake my head with my mouth wide open in wonderment.

[h d e rushin]

I love and need you.........dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, sometimes we love someone, and that person has so many commitments to other people and things that there is barely room for us to exist in his or her heart...writing for some of us is effortless because there are no other strings attached, no other commitments except to the words.
if only two people could be as committed to each other...
that would be a magic spell, i believe.
love the line about "sharing with irony and Colorado-ness...."

i feel a bit of John Denver in that line...less room for the furniture, the baggage...more room for the hearts to share with each other.

[h d e rushin]

great analogy to John Denver Jacob....and yes, I did listen to his lyrics more than I care to admit.
Thank you for those comments my friend.....dana

[emmajoy]

' .. beyond all entropy, drag me by my apron thru the house - and free me - from this magic spell I've woven. '

Smiling at the difference between you, the maybe dreamer-poet and the realist-hoarder.. the happiness of accepting the other with smiles and love. You really, truly show your skill in weaving words in this poem.. and yes, not for the first time! Great phrases magically woven.. the place one finds in the imaginary world away from the (maybe) dustiness of the garage!

[h d e rushin]

thank you emmajoy for those kind words my friend.....dana

[Saddam]

That's very nice one.

And I will tell you again about energy.