Monday, August 19, 2013

The last


In anguishing moment of craving,-
they say,- envision the line…
conveyor moving away
with most desirable dish
to dine…

in dream I’m catching the last
night bus for your ride
between times…
to return to the path…

is this a pattern
from other lives?

Sweet pie…
eyes follow blatantly
wily pace, accepting
for better 
divine disgrace.


Image credit: cakechooser.com


for OpenLinkMonday with real toads, d'Verse OLN


27 comments:

  1. Waiting at the bus stop at the outskirts of town after shopping for what I could carry... not quite sure what to buy, a vague list and spices, condiments, well, peaches by the pound in season some new craving that cannot last long... that odd feeling bus nearly empty not knowing when it will arrive if that mattered... back to an address fresh, ripened a little, awaiting the pit again as if for pin up letters even dear johns from the welcome solitary of the familiar prison of place and home. Anguish without a focused craving safe awhile in the flight... I felt I dreamed this this evening but it was real
    something in the ingredients of simple sugars turned to poems self naked with no watchers save from some other conveyor route guilty pleasures at a distance the shadow taste running after the bus as I depart. lean against the door, watch my stepping down wave to you this shooting star you penned that felt the grace as if my dream.

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    1. wow...Otto..what a poetical stream...very inspiring...running slowly...typing symbol by symbol...exposing my guts...with On-Screen Keyboard...torture...sometimes sweet...who we are...masochists...or just humans emerging to sip the thin truth deep inside the earth...will come later to visit...many thanks...

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  2. Hi again, I put a photo of the bus stop on the Hayley song page for you.

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  3. really like the stanza on catching the last night bus....the pattern in life always seems to me to be getting back to that path for sure....

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  4. Tries to get back to form, as the last ride you jump aboard

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  5. The pattern of our lives - sometimes we are swept along with the lines but I would like to think we are free to shape ~ Good to see you at D'verse ~

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    1. Thanks for stopping by, Grace...shapes're not always under control...

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  6. "Is this a pattern from other lives?" Ah, that line will definitely haunt me, and I wonder if we will ever know.......

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    1. sometimes...in dreams...thanks Mary

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  7. between times to return to the path..we can return to the path or make a new path finding our way through the journey.

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  8. I'm with Brian, that stanza spoke to me. Love the photo too.

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  9. Thanks for visiting...nice pics on your site too :)

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  10. What a poetic take on diet, loneliness, and the sweet sublimity of indulgence. I like it brevity. Well done.

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  11. catching the last night bus for a ride between times...what a great image..

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    1. you know...somehow I also had this movie image of Harry Potter bus to his school...ths

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  12. Enjoyed the way that the object of your desire keeps moving away, different vehicles--that sense of if you ran just a little faster you'd catch it--:-) (those dreams are so frustrating)

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    1. you right, Sara, this is the type of 'transportation' dreams...bus/train...sometimes having stops...~ probably reflect our intentions in real life...thanks

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  13. Yes, pass it up for now. It's not like it's going to be the last stop.

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  14. Is this a pattern from other lives...? I have often asked myself this question. A profound poem, indeed.

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  15. 'accepting for better divine disgrace'..oh the giving in to temptation..enjoyed your poem

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