Hold Your Breath

brilliant daylily

 

Hold your breath, you mortals

dressed in borrowed skin; this flesh

is none the wiser for all

its pomp and frenzy, nor more

permanent for all its sheer

transparency. Tread lightly

on this hallowed sphere, ingest

into gossamer lungs this

gossamer oxygen (pale

ribbons, bare hints of spectral

wares weaving life to living)

which seeks to wrap the broken

things with something less broken.

Dare you raise your head into

heaven? Walk in sandaled feet

where bushes quiver with flame?

Romanced, death may yet conquer

all – unless we marry Love

to Chaos, Grace to Weakness;

in that thread of hope-light, flesh

may yet walk in dignity,

skin wrap bare bones in pupal

cases which crackle with life.

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Impermanence

Most hide from their

impermanence,

but not you.

You

flaunt your fragility,

exulting in your transitory bloom.

You have but 24 hours

to live and breathe and have your being.

Why bother?

But your smile is so wide it cracks your cheeks

and your giddy capers in the garden

are legendary.

So I will stop

and stare

and inhale your fragrant charm

and marvel at your courage

before I return to my own

impermanence…

Rosebud

Are you aware of your impermanence?

Don’t you realize how soon you will be brown?

Do you care that your heart’s residence

Wears so temporary a crown?

Aren’t you afraid of your mortality,

Which stretches itself so taut?

Or do you simply live to bloom as well

As ever a rosebud ought?