Lessen Thy Load
For Heaven’s Give — Art
A Poetic Lyrical On The Stricken Body
©Joanie Adams — Joanie Adams; Gift A Tea: https://ko-fi.com/joanieadamms
Art for art, for art’s sake — Oh, heaven give! I am belated, stolen, and hungered. But I am hunched upon what Cannot divorce me so swiftly;
Comes such a voice: Senseless— you’re preponderous, you truly are! Beqeauth your rounding thoughts, My dear crafter and become
The oboe player to accompany me And my Ginny and my lathe For the evening’s quartet
Of redrawing, redoubling, refining Of wooded and hearth! To the beauty, stellar — distillery;
Cannot you remember the days Of hardened cloth, as you ventured Far across the plains — till? — you found an endearing feeling,
As a new love, protested itself Before your warmed thighs —
Art for art, oh hellbent be, for goodness sake! Give it in, begrudge it nothing, and move in!
As all things come, all good things must Come to a fortunate close
Stridle it well, it is all there is — Courting you ever since then.
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Ever yours; The Doctor [Adams]
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