Elena's Poetry
Nourishment
Funny expressions these words.
So, take the slippery sentence,
strung like a fish's scale,
Tight though breathing through porous heart.
Held with thin, long, blanching bits and bone
piercing tender mesh.
Slip the spine clear from its sensual fresh,
run your tips through the pink that's left.
There, my essence nearly found.
There, the guttural sense,
a rocky, cold and deep-wide bottom reef of half-knowing,
that there once was flow and reel and pumping.
There was a thriving moment, now only reflecting gently, or not,
in serendipitous rest.
Then, heat these remains with your own life.
Swallow of this captured offering and salve.
God's firmament, back into itself.
Eternal Now
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