In The Time That’s Left

By John Blase | August 25, 2013 |

In the time that’s left

I want to taste

all the wild that still remains.

I want to walk

in the whispered mystery of the grass.

I want to spend

evenings perched as the mountains seduce the sun,

holding the useless hope that

such conduct will melt my shrill away.

I want to live Lazarus-like,

resurrected in the sudden poetry of autumn,

perfecting what the old-timers called

the trick of quiet.

Diana Trautwein on August 26, 2013 at 2:12 am

Yes, please. Please. All of this. Exactly this.

nance on August 26, 2013 at 4:35 am

or at least wildly tasting
while whispering a mystery

lorisprayercloset on August 29, 2013 at 4:37 pm

Wild and beautiful, I love it!