All Manner of Things

 

as needful to our being,
we partake of the essential
nourishment of air and water
and swallowing of bread and milk
and savoring of salt

we endure the sufferance
of idle conversation dispersed to nothing
(god, keep me from the spider’s web)
and abide time’s slide to otherness

so that if and when our worlds disperse
in gravity of a quasar blasting passion
and firm new courses in existence
frighten us with strangeness

then we shall hold to knowing
that breath means life
and water is abundant absolution
and bread and milk are nurturing
and salt … is preserving certainty
of  friendship … wisdom … love

Bonnie Marshall

Art by Pieter Claesz, 1644

 

Into a Flight of Arcane Meaningless

 

should it be arcane to think Fibonacci numbers
push to inevitable distance … inexorable with
a gravid thought … then I shall gladly play
that hand … though no mathematician I
to cover walls with numbers spiraled for design

content am I to squander solitaire progression
of numbered cards upon a plane for nothing
is at stake … neither wealth nor fame nor love
for it is abstraction distraction’s swirling center
emptiness of real

content am I to count knives forks spoons
into a sectioned drawer … not toss them
disarrayed onto my kitchen table in a heap
of tangled angles of imprecision art

 

Bonnie Marshall

Artwork: Henri Matisse
“Golden Rectangle”  Antonio Gutierrez

 

Note to always valued readers … A second volume to follow The Taste of Bees in Honey will be available at Amazon next month in August.  This revised poem will be included there.  Smiles …