Janus-tongued

The seed slept dormant for decades
as around the flowerless body
a full-head of brambles grew
thick enough to cover the earth.

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What is wildness but a sense
of having nothing and finding
contentment. Finding that hands
are better served in plunging
for vagaries than in holding fire.

Author's Note

2017

Reviews

[bigfootprint]

Well done, Ellis. The title is finely tuned. This is my kind of wild -- as the two-headed Janus god of doorways and portals might praise. Wildness comes as a mirrored perspective of contentment when cultural trappings give way to transition. With duty done and best ability served, we rest in serenity as our portal closes, ignoring what brambles invade our space. Contentment is the realm of a happy soul. I will follow you for a time unless I get lost in the brambles. My own postings await view and review. Thanks -- Doug

[Eilis]

Hi, Doug. Thanks for that thoughtful and poetic review. I enjoyed reading it. I’ll look forward to checking out your writing as soon as I can. All the best.

[bigfootprint]

The depth of your work was a pleasant surprise.

[Eilis]

Thanks for that, Doug

[gram linski]

as the awesome poet, Coyote once said, "just words" but they are powerful and arrogant and shamefully orgasmic in the right sentence

[Eilis]

Thanks, Gram. I like the idea of that: that words are what they are because they are in the right place.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ok at a time such as this I rue the day I failed to take an interest in the classics! I have to say this seemed, to my perverted mind to have a heat to it in a lovely intellegent poem of class.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Was thinking Janus actually enjoyed it lol!

[Eilis]

Ha! Well, John, a poem can be about anything a person wants it to be, I think. Thanks for reading.

[gram linski]

awesome title/ poem, precise and succinct , last couple of lines really tickled my Janus tongued smouldering slightly burned hands, the buried seed has spoken, plunging for vagaries, indeed, great poem, Eilis,

[Eilis]

I think you need some ointment for your hands, Gram. I’ll be glad to send some right over.

Thanks for the great review. Glad you liked the poem. And title!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Gram is more in need of KY Jelly I have been told lol!

[gram linski]

less embarrassing to buy, for a bloke, than vagilube, I heard you come like a stoar o' dust

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Staropramen mate! Try it.

[gram linski]

my choice of drug is a mixture of Rohypnol and Viagra, I pass out with a hard-on, and don't remember a thing

[gram linski]

I do apologise, Eilis, John and I do tend to get distracted some times,

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Stoned as in the bible bro?

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ah ya wee hairy! You only wish you were tonguing without the 'Jay cloth'!

[Eilis]

Nope, Gram, y’all are fine. Go ahead, and have your fun, ha ha. I suspect I started it this time.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

arrgh! Eilis you missed the part where gram is Satan's disciple.

[gram linski]

and between you and I, I think John is a bit pissed, lol

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You bet.; about to go dry on a cruise around the Adriatic lol!