Fixation

A single rose whose wilted blossom lingers
A candlestick burned to exiguity
    as a scorned soul
Lingering over a lifeless body disdained by all
Tis a weak mind to wallow in sloth
As do the hogs with fat bellies do welter
So do snails hide under rocks
Oh, hearken my wounded heart 
    nothing is worth of nothing
My essence bashes for dearth of discernment
    Propose the barbarian wend
Waves fall into the ocean, bring into being
    riptides that seduce you, roll you
Drown in misery or soar like the feathered beast
    who color the sky with surrendered ecstacy
Allow your heart to flow, frozen rivers explode,
    they rage
They pour into the larger heated body and
    passionate drops
taste the embellished sun.

Written by Lisa Claudette Clewis

Published in 'Tides of Memory', Spring 2000 and
Published in 'Eternal Portraits', Fall 2003