Sunday, April 29, 2012

3WW: The Assistant


The Assistant

Kinks from life’s blood, this mortal coil. I roll my shoulders, crack my neck.
Ponder on life’s blood . . .
Pulsing
Racing
What was
--- A minute ago merely in slumber
Minutes from now safely ensconced.

From Tender Moments
We live Life’s kinkiest plans.
I pause and consider these things:
Pink swirls disappearing,
Twinkles down the blade flashing in the moonlight from the window.
The water races down, pushing pink swirls toward the drain
A trace of what was
An image of life going on into the sea of contentedness beyond that which we mortals endure
A jealousy that I can only imagine
--Can merely assist--
In providing others that walk through the door
 
Beyond a glimpse
Beyond a glimmer
A final immersion in the sea of tranquility.

Based on 3WW's weekly three words kinky, bloody, and tender, this poem brings a little insight into the mind of The Assistant.  Perhaps one day we'll get to see more of his work. 

2 comments:

Sheilagh Lee said...

truly beautiful piece Di

Di Eats the Elephant said...

Thanks, Sheilagh Lee. I was trying to write from the viewpoint of one who felt they were doing G-d's calling - as "his" assistant - whereas most of us might think they were simply to be locked up. I didn't feel I needed to mention G-d in the piece...tho I guess Dan Brown did.