The Poetry and Prose of John Omniadeo

The Poetry and Prose of John Omniadeo

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Flame of Love

Though he fall into the blossoming flame
and smell the burning flesh and feel desire,
in his howl of agony and shame
the wise will hear the voice of someone higher.
This world must burn, desire for beauty rage.
Love spares neither flawed nor perfect mind.
The fool, the rogue, the sot, the sage,
Love burns to leave one ash behind.
He will. He will breathe deeper than he can.
From far beneath him lift his eyes above.
Look: John is a fine wise man.
But burnt.
                 I AM alone the flame of love.

                              [adapted from the Mr Bones Doggone-Versations]


Burnt John

1 comment:

  1. woman calling out to man
    responding to the divine plan
    blowing on the graying ash
    bending over feet to wash

    nothing dirty nothing pure
    nothing knowing him or her
    before the fall before the name
    before the first dawn ever came

    I AM alone the flame of love