1 May 2022
elixir
(a delirious poetic rambling)
there are flowing, fluxing, cyclical moods
influenced, most certainly, by hormones,
but never mind their source
I want. I need. Someone to touch
with caressing fingers
calm palms
soft lips
my life-tormented soul
for without torment
there would be nothing
in this life worth living
Because love cannot exist
exempt from hatred
death
disease
suffering
It is these that makes the opposite
the nirvana it must be
to make life worth
effort.
Which makes me wonder…
what is poetry
but craft of words –
attempt to shape
worthy representation
of this tortured world –
of something true
in either its
exquisite joy
or
stunning tragedy
such that
all mankind can relate –
may
connect
for
we may well
each be
in this calamity of life
alone
so much the more,
illusory interconnection
- a communion of souls -
is at least anesthetic
and at most aphrodisiac