D A Phinney
D A Phinney Poems
|4.||On The Rocks||1/31/2006|
|9.||In Her Garden||1/31/2006|
|23.||Men Don'T Listen||1/31/2006|
|38.||Paeon To The Sun||1/31/2006|
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I gave up writing, laid the pen aside;
I put away philosophy and doubt;
Scorned religion, passion's fire gone proud;
Bagged all logic up and threw it out.
I crossed the street when reason came in guise,
Avoided every sort of cogent thought;
Tore habits good and bad from off my back;
To winds cast virtues all, so dearly bought.
I shed my judgment of both right and wrong;
I swept away my fears, my pleasures, too;
I stripped myself of everything-to give
My only, single, secret self to you.
It's not that I yearned for one to yearn for me,
I was not ...
What is it about you...
Is it that the Moon strikes so deeply
I want to be the man in there
Is it the way you phase in and out of my life
Or that every new thing in you is hidden
Until I am illuminated
Or the way you shine so bright sometimes you harvest my soul