Post by goldenmyst on Aug 1, 2018 19:40:38 GMT -6
Lovelorn
Oh, child of Lower East Side, she was who attended Snick meetings in the orange Manhattan haze. She was a Trotskyite fledgling who wandered tenement halls like a newborn babe. She gazed with wonder at every manhole and grate as steam rose. She sauntered angelically through graffiti subway tunnels.
Lower East side blues seeped salsa rhythms through fortified walls. The bright-eyed moonchild surveyed dreamscapes aglow with love light. As she walked through her neighborhood fate dropped ceramic pot nemesis inches from her peering eyes which gazed at death from a stone’s throw.
In the housing project interlude, she set out across her island city with visions of wheat fields which lay beyond the cement wilderness. There love was elusive like a unicorn, a myth, which hid behind walls of lust. She arrived at the Cloisters no closer to liberation from fortress urbania.
She emerged into womanhood as a storm front gathered with clouds of desolation lining her horizon. She fell in love with a long-haired Jesus hippie. Her heart was so bewildered by love with her a virgin in wonderland. Her dancer’s body was objectified in nightclub desperation. A shining knight lifted the veil from her frightened eyes which were too clouded with tears to see. This archetypal male descended like Icarus to betroth his reluctant bride.
With her first sign of womb life, he summoned her on a Greyhound bus to cross the bulging continent and meet him in Hollywood. She passed through the twilight sadness pregnant with child.
She landed in the magic kingdom where innocence lay wounded and celluloid fantasies melted like plastic, hardening into reality. She gave birth to a boy in tinsel town her first leg of a journey of weeping sorrow. The love child emerged into her all-embracing arms.
They wandered like gypsies to a swampy mire of magnolia blossoms. There, stranded in cow pastures, she was alone with herself in primitive solitude. The night was a swarming sea alive with pain. An intruder violated mother and child’s sacred sanctum.
She feigned him her husband with her eyes
closed in surrender.
Out of the midnight oblivion with her connubial consort, a second boy emerged. And then a daughter of the moon was born. Her world was suffused with sorrow. Her stigmata ached in holy suffering till her universe collapsed to a pinpoint void. Her passage to the hospital sanctuary was like a comet pulled inexorably to the sun. Golden flashes of flaming hurt and shooting stars of hope faded into velvet night.
With her slow ascent from Hades, she rose into sunlit vistas. A chance encounter in limbo sparked romantic illusions. In inebriated ballroom dialogue, opium magic cast its spell on the misty-eyed pair. Tentative touches melted like butter into torrid love.
Days were spent drenched in intimacy, drinking each other in like wine. We were so brave and unaware. Years unfolded in idyllic bliss as we followed the roads to pastoral paradise. We took bucolic journeys of the heart and mind. We swam the forest streams like otters. Our dalliance was one of delighted desire with words of love whispered on windy hilltops. Walking together in sacred silence under cathedral pines the years unreeled like a romantic movie in which the key to love opened any door leading to labyrinth passion as infinite as time and space.
Darkness enfolded our mountaintop campsite as her mammogram portended an omen of mortality which hung over our heaven like a pall of smog raining death. A reprieve was granted by surgical excising. The demon was exorcised. The thread of life stretched beyond. She was carried out on a stretcher. Her first words were “Did you miss your class?” My face was downturned as I affirmed her fear.
Our souls had never been yoked in a matrimonial union. Her decade-long dream was realized under the oak trees of our backyard. We sipped from the same glass our sharing deeper than words. My tears were barely restrained as I hesitated my vow with an intuitive prophecy of our divorce.
As I said “I do” her smile competed with the
sun for radiant joy. We kissed in the ecstatic moment. The golden scripture of eternity blessed the moment with euphoria if not a future, a tarot oracle we never consulted.
A year raced by like a zephyr blowing headlong into schism. Turbulence invaded our peace like a disturbance in the jet stream. With abrupt collision, our two streams cascaded over levees too weak to contain our yearning. I was left to dangle in lovelorn solitude amongst the ruins of love.
Oh, child of Lower East Side, she was who attended Snick meetings in the orange Manhattan haze. She was a Trotskyite fledgling who wandered tenement halls like a newborn babe. She gazed with wonder at every manhole and grate as steam rose. She sauntered angelically through graffiti subway tunnels.
Lower East side blues seeped salsa rhythms through fortified walls. The bright-eyed moonchild surveyed dreamscapes aglow with love light. As she walked through her neighborhood fate dropped ceramic pot nemesis inches from her peering eyes which gazed at death from a stone’s throw.
In the housing project interlude, she set out across her island city with visions of wheat fields which lay beyond the cement wilderness. There love was elusive like a unicorn, a myth, which hid behind walls of lust. She arrived at the Cloisters no closer to liberation from fortress urbania.
She emerged into womanhood as a storm front gathered with clouds of desolation lining her horizon. She fell in love with a long-haired Jesus hippie. Her heart was so bewildered by love with her a virgin in wonderland. Her dancer’s body was objectified in nightclub desperation. A shining knight lifted the veil from her frightened eyes which were too clouded with tears to see. This archetypal male descended like Icarus to betroth his reluctant bride.
With her first sign of womb life, he summoned her on a Greyhound bus to cross the bulging continent and meet him in Hollywood. She passed through the twilight sadness pregnant with child.
She landed in the magic kingdom where innocence lay wounded and celluloid fantasies melted like plastic, hardening into reality. She gave birth to a boy in tinsel town her first leg of a journey of weeping sorrow. The love child emerged into her all-embracing arms.
They wandered like gypsies to a swampy mire of magnolia blossoms. There, stranded in cow pastures, she was alone with herself in primitive solitude. The night was a swarming sea alive with pain. An intruder violated mother and child’s sacred sanctum.
She feigned him her husband with her eyes
closed in surrender.
Out of the midnight oblivion with her connubial consort, a second boy emerged. And then a daughter of the moon was born. Her world was suffused with sorrow. Her stigmata ached in holy suffering till her universe collapsed to a pinpoint void. Her passage to the hospital sanctuary was like a comet pulled inexorably to the sun. Golden flashes of flaming hurt and shooting stars of hope faded into velvet night.
With her slow ascent from Hades, she rose into sunlit vistas. A chance encounter in limbo sparked romantic illusions. In inebriated ballroom dialogue, opium magic cast its spell on the misty-eyed pair. Tentative touches melted like butter into torrid love.
Days were spent drenched in intimacy, drinking each other in like wine. We were so brave and unaware. Years unfolded in idyllic bliss as we followed the roads to pastoral paradise. We took bucolic journeys of the heart and mind. We swam the forest streams like otters. Our dalliance was one of delighted desire with words of love whispered on windy hilltops. Walking together in sacred silence under cathedral pines the years unreeled like a romantic movie in which the key to love opened any door leading to labyrinth passion as infinite as time and space.
Darkness enfolded our mountaintop campsite as her mammogram portended an omen of mortality which hung over our heaven like a pall of smog raining death. A reprieve was granted by surgical excising. The demon was exorcised. The thread of life stretched beyond. She was carried out on a stretcher. Her first words were “Did you miss your class?” My face was downturned as I affirmed her fear.
Our souls had never been yoked in a matrimonial union. Her decade-long dream was realized under the oak trees of our backyard. We sipped from the same glass our sharing deeper than words. My tears were barely restrained as I hesitated my vow with an intuitive prophecy of our divorce.
As I said “I do” her smile competed with the
sun for radiant joy. We kissed in the ecstatic moment. The golden scripture of eternity blessed the moment with euphoria if not a future, a tarot oracle we never consulted.
A year raced by like a zephyr blowing headlong into schism. Turbulence invaded our peace like a disturbance in the jet stream. With abrupt collision, our two streams cascaded over levees too weak to contain our yearning. I was left to dangle in lovelorn solitude amongst the ruins of love.
Everyone have a great weekend!!!!