Monday, January 10, 2011

left unplucked let alone bitten


left unplucked let alone bitten, ceded
to ripen on the vine, only to be snatched

when grappled by a four-armed hellion
who would not dance nor had rat-mounts

as Ganesha does, even though
as playfully turgid but in a form,

oh, so crushingly abhorrent
that we were all rattled to the core.


now analog to cider & wine, reposed in redwood
cask, patient to be graded and possibly stowed

when deemed fortunate or fine. o, forbidden fruit,
might it have taken but one, for Saturn to have shed

his rings— flung moons trained at the very heart
of caution— re-fabricating the scheme of heaven?

alas— insoluble from this vantage-point for it reveals
but one approach to a million and one solitary stations.


Wine and Words said...

Trained at the heart of caution. Me.

I like it when stars get flicked out of my orbit and my rings tilt off kilter.

Takes at least two though.

Momo Luna S!gnals said...

Very beautiful!

Nevine Sultan said...

Your words are filled with artful images and emotion. This is the type of poetry that moves me.

I followed the link to your profile from my comments area. Thank you ever so much for leaving your trail! And thank you for the kind words you left me.


Noxalio said...

Annie, at least two,
not precisely?

Noxalio said...

hello Monica,
i'm glad to hear from you, it's been a long time, Happy New Year (belated as it may be)

Noxalio said...

welcome Nevine ...
i'm happy to see you

Anonymous said...

sharp is your wordplay here; "for Saturn to have shed/his rings-- flung moons trained at the very heart of caution-- re-fabricating the scheme of heaven..." what amazing worlds you transport us to, noxy.... :)

Noxalio said...

Joanna, thank you for the compliments.

truth be told, i wish i could write in a more direct and contemporary voice (as you do - and as i, very much enjoy reading), but alas, it rarely works ...

thank you so much for stopping over.