Journey To Another Landscape

Journey To Another Landscape long poem

Uploaded by Bill Peeler

I was left behind in the real world
With all its possible embodiments
The ends of which are purely ideological
And only relevant when necessary
Even so, being has its comforts
Namely that I live within my skin
A personified continuum
Coexisting in disordered space
Altogether one with all
And arbitrary states of mind
Wholly out of equilibrium
Asymmetrically inclined
Perplexing in my own reflection
In the absence of a better context
Always in and out of time hardly
Knowing when and never what
But ever why until one day the lady smiles
At me inviting me demurely radiant in green
Laced sublimely gowned in smooth seductions
Delighting in whatever pleasures chance may bring
Alluring me to join her in sweeter sublimations
Gesturing with eyes half closed
Across a gulf of time expanding end
To end between horizons and the moment
She moves with grace as altogether face
To face her voice has more dimensions
Than my senses can acquire
Non-abstract and irreducible
Articulate and fair of silken fingers
Lifting me in spiral luminosities
Breathing substance from the atmosphere
Drawing sustenance from cloud
Then sighs a scent of nuance on her lips
With traces of a tender promise underlying
Every nerve and fiber of her flesh
A siren’s ballad cresting waves of distant shores
And songs too sweet to hold upon the tongue
Of islands rising ringed with palms
And white-maned shores of tumbling foam
A journey just begun outpacing time
With nothing to sustain us but a transformation
Of the elements and the species of the mind
Can you see the landscape? My lover’s
Lovely body reclining and contoured
Content to be within herself and next to mine?
Intangibly her instincts form the worlds
Her precious fluids flowing
Breathing seasons on the wind
Of feathered creatures teeming in the air
A dome of cobalt emerald hills
Fields and forest azure seas
A sentient sun ablaze above a blooming paradise
With sensuous deep roots and centuries
Of tangled space between them
And there a shining city enthroned above the clouds
Rejoicing in its own exuberance
Subsiding in the afterglow of flourishing velocities

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My wife, Noy and I are Protestant missionaries in Cambodia. We met in a border refugee camp in Thailand back in 1979 while I was a refugee relief worker. She was a refugee. I lived and worked in Mairut Refugee Camp for three years. We have three grown kids. I was drafted into the Army in 1969, served in Vietnam from 1970 to 1971 and honorably discharged at the end of my military obligation. Writing prose and poetry is how I document the life I'm living and how I map out the mental landscape inside my head.
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