hearts like seas

"The heart of man is very much like the sea. It has storms, it has the tides, and in its depths, it has is pearls too. " Vincent Van Gogh

don't try to work on sailing closer-
the craft is driven by the same power
that causes this poem to be written, &
by the same power that pushes your electric mower

creating ease in decapitating
the tops of week old grass growth;
even a blunt razor with good intentions
can create a smooth baby face demeanor

and not by talking about high celestial unreachable
mountain passes in the heights of mt. cardigan--our feet
get wet without a choice--when walking across
the base of buttermilk falls at dusk

we do not wash away guilt--as that is just
a concept we too can bare, burn, and release-
as most mountain streams flow downwards....
the crystal bubbles speak of a time when

all the world moved more slowly..and still got everything done-
the homemade bread, and the churned butter--the hand wash,
and buttons carved from acorns at september's end....
so don't say you are being pulled in a million directions

it is simply what you wish to share,
to hault in your tracks the responsibility
needed to create a single song, to love with one
heart- however pained by misdirected rain...

and making love must be abstained from, until.
the key fits the smooth longitudinal lock--(in never never land)
the dream woken up from- kindling the kettle..&
scaring the day lights into darkness-

shivers the pumpkins, carved by the same hands
that asked for nothing
but only gave of herself,  for someone who
like pendulum..promises sweetly-carries gavel, courts danger-

by being in too many pies..of his own choosing--
no need to play favorites(be it blackberry or rhubarb)
just step right up and embrace..
this fine fragrant september morning

Kate Lamberg
September 16, 2013