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17 May 2013
Always the Writing
to be born and flower,
pushing up through a dark
ceiling of earth.
Always it pounds in my blood
wanting to break on you,
on the reef of your hard body,
explosive as tides crashing.
The writing is rhythms that swell
and will not be gainsaid.
It pushes, burrows, surges, leaps.
Hammers and shrieks. Weeps. Begs.
After the blind climax, the ebb
has the panting of breath,
a giant wave receding.
I am its point of calm.
Written 1988; posted here now in response to dVerse Meeting the Bar: Volition and Velleity (which raises the question of whether poetry is wish or enactment).
First published The Nonsense of Living anthology by The Aardvarkers.
In Secret Leopard (Paris, Alyscamps Press, 2005)