Bottlebrush

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, "Mazie Lane" <sraddha54@h...> wrote:

 

This is a Bottlebrush metaphor for God.

There is such a richness everywhere of poetry...

 

 

The Party

 

 

i was dragged along by my sleeve to this lunatic party,

Beloved pushing and pulling me down the hall,

hinting that there was "somebody there

i absolutely must meet", and Oh --

i thought -- just another one of those

interminable bores, with all the faux-sage

yip yap, the pretense of letting go of what

was never had, the sightless droning on about

their visions, all the while wielding awkward

borrowed blades so worn and blunt, mechanically

sawing and tearing at bloodless flesh, yawning

at each other in the undisguised ennui of those who,

in having heard too much, have heard nothing, when

suddenly – without so much as a "Say Ah…" --

Beloved just grabs me by the mouth in the

midst of the grist and pours down my throat such a

Sweet Wine, such an utterly seductive Vintage, i

swirl, stutter, stagger and swoon!

"Oh i must have more of this, i simply must!"

i mumble as i snatch the Bottle and make for the door,

but once on the street, to my great surprise, i realize that

it is i in that Bottle, being swung so gaily in the

Hand of the One Who would soon drink me up,

the One i was to meet, my own Darling Self, my

Mitzvah, my Heart!