Craig Kurtz

Synopsis of a Courtship

It’s the gentlest storm,
this barometric pressure
presaging a unison.
Curiosity infers a missing.
Trees may sway in the wind,
a future imploring their skin.
Denial unravels when it’s confronting
the problem of rain.

It’s the quietest of storms,
these exchanges of words
exploring respective similitudes.
Assessing foretokens a longing.
The soil absorbs information
to succor refurbished nutrition.
Circumspection submits to acuteness,
confessing the problem of thirst.

It’s the most complaisant of storms,
this ushering of puissance
amidst convergent elements.
Motion concedes desideratum.
Clouds unfetter unsettled satiety
upon earthly circuits of covetousness.
Parsimony capitulates to quenching,
attesting the dilemma of appetence.

It’s the tranquilest of phenomena,
this interosculated motion
redounding dialectics of pith.
Reciprocation is indispensible.
Roots will swell and luxuriate with weal,
transmitting data to enraptured land.
Ambivalence expires, for all matter is made facile
when rudiments of cupidity impetrate the soil.


Craig Kurtz © 2014

Victims


Untenable believing
has neutralized our strengths.
Fiascoes of passion
have anesthetized our choice.
Calamitous decisions
unravelled our volition
when we qualified resistance
and invited our perdition.

We are the victims.

Unreasonable assessments
disordered our convictions.
Our destinies were finished
with inturbidated scruples.
We were undone in seconds
when we deigned to compromise
a rectitude of continence
in untoward occasions.

We became the casualties.

The kindnesses we proffered
pulled restraint out of our ken.
The proprieties we impetrated
hastened our catastrophe.
We derelicted auspices
and bungled admonitions,
unwarily capitulating
to the venom of temptation.

We are insatiated goners.

And now that we wear toe tags,
his and hers unbiasedly,
we find our fates divided —
one in hell and one in heaven —
our oaths asphyxiated
by a bureaucratic mishap.
If time reversed and I could choose
I wouldn’t evitate the risks.

We die to live, and back again.

Craig Kurtz © 2014