Jeff Cannon, - - - - Wow! the image in your hands peals away the coverings to reveal layered symbols, body metaphors take on a worldly live gripped by wayward culture and its madness, spoken with an elegance that tells its truth in ways hopefully to be heard and then deeply felt, so we know what we really need to sweep - thank u Abdul Wahab for this physical and poignant poem
Girija Anavangot24 hours ago
the supreme theme of love! the natural instinct in universe! the quench for union all arround in nature. sea and shore, wind and sand, night and day the unending phenomenons- well written.
Jeff Cannon ___on my poem - - - - - - ''BLOOMING LOVE'' - - - ah, that love could over come the grid that slices, separates, tears the us apart from each other, puts splinters in our hands, rocks in our eyes, so many declensions manufactured by the conqueror, even when it's steel soul boot is gone, its shadow presses down the grid sharp, barbed toothed stabs impale the heart/ feeling lobotomized, erases our flesh, twists us into vaporous creatures who speak the language of fangs, leap to possess as the one is possessed, feast till nothing's left but the great kill, the one that sucks bodies into anguished flames and the grand wrestling begins between blood and computerized brain thought that sizzles dead when only a drop of the red wine spills over its plastic casement, metallic flesh/ ah that those lips punched into asphalt streets could heal and kiss again beauty dangling black, swollen blue, whispering the answer to the eternal riddle, the one Alexander tried to find by cheating, just hacking the knot, hacking so much, he chopped away the answer, the one the wind scooped up in her gentle fingers, carried on her breathe, carries still, the one, when night turns deep silent, softly whispers, love... love... my lost children... love... is the... answer... - Well, don't know where that came came from, but thanks for opening that door Abdul Wahab, with your poem