The Ending of the Story
Ask yourself what’s over
in the world but not in
the folded lyrics of the heart:
the wishbone in your eyes sting,
the Rocky Mountain old leather boot resentment,
the haunting nuts and bolts.
Take a breath worthy of the blazing sun before the rain.
Let it out and straighten the red rock desert
of your red clay sun ray shoulders.
Ask yourself where the next moment
wants to go to wash out its old grass stains:
Sisphysus’ boulder in the midst
of a crisp, refreshing Rubicon?
A run down laudromat roaring
toward a lion-hearted happily
ever after? The basement where
a monk’s robe absolves with slow sparkle.
Inspired by the Ending of the Story Spread in “Tarot Rituals” by Nancy C Antenucci plus Paint Chip Poetry
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Oh, I love this one!
Gorgeously evocative phrases and (though I don’t know the spread) it makes me curious to see the ekphrastic turn from the inspiration.
Thank you.
Confession:
I’ve only read the name of that spread. I haven’t read the section. 🤭
I especially love that middle stanza that makes me want to take the kind of breath strong enough to straighten the desert of my shoulders
I like the surprises I found here. Made me smile. 🙂
I love the intrigue here! And using two ekphrastic inspirations.
What a great set up to questioning all:
“Ask yourself where the next moment
wants to go to wash out its old grass stains:”
Enjoyed this ending to a story!
Love “the folded lyrics of the heart” and this rumination on where things may go
Love:
The basement where
a monk’s robe absolves with slow sparkle.
I like the run-down laundromat roaring