blog of poet, leah umansky

Contemporary Folklore

Exaggerate the dimensions midlife

See to this nuisance

If only it meant mistress –

or what was not fully dark. It might sicken every word. The wordless. Every singsong.

(I let you dandle me)

 In plain sight -there is no question. No. No. No question. Now sigh. Now sleep. No billowing. I am just nostalgic for great secrets. All just a reminder of what is no longer.  For what is no longer 

functional.

So here: 

for glory, for beauty

thou shalt not speak of:                beauty

the beauty. 

array yourself

cast abroad the rage

enquire even,                                   lust,  even

all  beauty is departed

you set it in majesty –    I am making it, remaking it, gilding the gornisht

Now:  only I shall

be great.

© Umansky 2010