SpiritWriter, on 03 February 2013 - 07:31 AM, said:
My love is as nothing
and so I chop it up
and put it in the ground.
I light flames
as if words were not enough,
that their flickerings
would talk and talk to heaven.
My hands should be severed
for I am a magician.
I make smooth
the surface of the mound.
A girthy stalk
of hearty leaves
punctures through the clouds.
This reminds me of small pieces of paper I used to write things on then burn them in ritual so my thoughts would be amplified, love spells and the like.
It also causes me to think about my prayers, how they at times can be very self-centered in the same manner, but please leave me my hands.
Very simple yet grande again. I like this series of poems you are sharing with us lately. Poems like this have so much going on with so little said so just reading can make our mind wander all over the place, wish I really knew what this one was about.