On Holiday awakened early,
Seduced by the promise
Of the silence of solitude
The big, empty house opened.
Big mind emptied
To seas of thought
Sweeping their foamy memories
Across the vastness.
Soul has spoken to our hero.
Smooth leather-brown walls
Of that study warmed his thoughts,
Like tastes of chocolate fondue.
Mellow marshes marching
Deepening the soul’s awakening.
Sybaritic sympathies beware!
Pulse of soul beats strong and true
Like a heart assured from the Great Physician’s remedy.
Marshmellowed berries buried mellow thought,
Mellow thought married to ideas long sought
And fought to mind’s deep depths.
20,000 leagues no more, no less
Mind open, Bless,
Bless this mind so blessedly obsessed.
Irenic incense blocks his sense of time,
Lend me your two cents of irony? No!
Two cents of Wisdom? Yes!
Buys momentary freedom from his pain.
No pain, No gain,
Who said that?
Thoughts construed to truth of soul’s wit
Fused with the peace it brought.
Peace brought in the solemnity of solitude
These walls of leather-brown doth bring
To a soul’s birth.
To love and truth everlasting,
Word was God, Word was with God,
In the Beginning.
A guazzabuglio of creation,
Logomachy forever lives,
Words did create this world in which we live
And so shall die.
Truth to live,
The Way, The Truth, The Life.
The End. Done.
Finished. It is.
And begins again. Renewed.
Handcrafted poetry by John Hines, 12/22/2015.
I wrote most of this poem on my phone between sets at the gym a day after a medical procedure requiring anesthesia that yielded the relief of extremely good news from my physician.