My poetry/ my malady For Marie Jost

My malady

An indomitable force, independent fly

The earth stirs, unsuspecting gentle

Silently in purposeful tip toe

Breathe I am to breaths inhale

Robust life and the world's vigour

Gently graze her kisses hold

Secret whispers to rythmic song

Mounting this her stranger's chord.

Stranger to none yet everyone

Stranger than strange to anyone

Wayward strange, soulful mild

Innocent grins the strange wild child

Strange no more her despair lunge

Precipitated mourning to her strange

I kissed the wind goodbye today

Her loving touch my hair caress

The rocky edges sometimes skin

Our dead cells from within

Wait no more to grave agony

Pretty dance the petty tears

Fair and foul scorching sears

The wind will cast your stricken eyes

Dry and away her mantra lies.

Fables that end end not to begin

Where to start is that familiar art

Sing that joyless Norwegian Wood

In such blithe exceeding mood.

For Marie Jost. The sweet lady and her wise advice.