Posthumous Warnings, By Brian (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37)

Look out for might
The whiteout tree well
Is the amateur’s trap on the expert slope

Despising, loathing, revile, expressed
With no hesitation or contemplation, spit venom out
You’ll gnaw off your limb, rotting within

Closest connections in your circle
If boundaries you break
You’ll make that mistake
If you create such a toil
These strong bonds will spoil

Intelligence and reason, understanding
Reservoir of facts while admitting voids
North is South and South is North
If your tongue spews gibberish
You’ll trash your worth

We’re not on Broadway, but all have parts
Soliloquy written, rehearsed, anticipated, expected
Stagehands expose you and draw back the curtain
The fright will paralyze you , daggers of eyes
When you forget your lines

How to know that embrace
Is is tested, and loyal, and real
And butterflies invade, spine tingles
You will be in it’s clutches, no escape
Cry out, cry out, to trees in the forest
Your heart in a raging whitewater raft

Amore? For the genders
Must be the gentle tide guiding you in
Floating as if suspended, confounding gravity,
Soothing soak of limbs, lazy emersed in joy
To become beached, it is not to look for
It cannot be forced, it is a canoe with no oars

Unique individual
Set not your ears on my words
For they are as good as any
I see our overlap in perpetuity
A partnership
I cant even buy these words I just spoke
Maybe a few, I was that sapling
Yet to have leaves, to someday grow tall
Your emerald light catchers will be in bounty

Release, release
Unique individual
Variable foliage greenery
This keyboard is fond of you on your path
Throw the flute glass in the fireplace
Collect the corks in the water jug
For time
Nighttime spooning, morning eyes rubbing
And life will be real
It isn’t a fading screen wipe.

I speak to myself in the past
My inexperience, my insecurity, my isolation
My wanting , my failing, my falling
And breaking the mirrors, under ladders
Answers you want? I am not one to give
For I a am not superstitious ,
Warnings you want?
Scars add up for all who live
Don’t wear them as a badge of ego
Learn from your pain
But don’t swim in it’s well.
(end)

This is another ode poem to Anne Sexton and my response to her poem “Admonitions To A Special Person”.

https://allpoetry.com/Admonitions-To-A-Special-Person

FYI, in snow mountaineering and skiing, a “Tree Well” is the area around the trunk of the tree that that creates an inverted cone at the base of the tree that a hiker or skier can get trapped in and collapse and suffocate. I have never skied, but I do know of this from watching a rescue show.

I FUCKING HATE MY BRAIN. I don’t know how my brain spit out “well immersion” when it was “Tree Well”.