How Poets and Words Burn Truth into Love
Thursday, September 01, 2011
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Presented in tribute to the 100 Thousand Poets for Change initiative, and dedicated to all those struggling at this time in history for life, love, peace in the world, and peace within themselves.
It happened like it did two thousand years ago
on a hot Sunday morning. And just last weekend:
she woke up gagging on clots of chocolate blood;
he failed to drink, or scream, himself into a blue coma.
Another marveled for hours at the taste
of rain seducing the full length of his tongue.
And still one more–– dropped to her knees weeping
at the scent of a sunrise whirling from her stereo.
The difference this time was the light of purpose
that wrapped and pulled their bones like
incandescent lovers to an unknown naked shore.
It happened the way hidden miracles must:
her tears boiled into an ink of indigo revelation;
his soul slapped his mind sober, demanding
he respect these gifts of gold from his spirit.
Another pointed at the astonished moon and
smeared rainbow-colored rhymes across its face.
And still one more inhaled time’s scented tunes––
exhaled songs of earth giving birth to emerald wonder.
The enemy, clearly, was the fanged nightmare––
of famine, of war and racism, of rape and terrorism…
that walked in human skin while chomping human heads.
Like new stars exiting the Milky Way’s trembling belly,
or eagles tasting sky for the first time: that is how it happened.
She looks at what she wrote and sighs, “Oh, thank youuuu.”
He licks the verbs flavoring his lips and moans, “Yes, yes…”
Another stares at midnight-rainbow syllables etched
like neon tattoos upon the moon’s ancient-infant face.
One more spins inside the music of the mystery
of how poets and words burn truth into love.
The difference now is one hundred thousand of them
pulsing the lyrical flame of their wills to make a difference,
welding stanzas into actions that heal broken lives.
©1 September, 2011
Bright Skylark Literary Productions
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|Reviewed by Carol Phelan Aebby
|Just beautiful Poetic Art, uplifting souls and encouraging poets to allow their love to flow.
A treasure you are, sweet Poet!
With respect and in admiration,
Carol Phelan Aebby
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|I love reading you ... you leave me undone once more with your wor(l)ds, Aberjhani. Well done, Sir.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|All peace comes from within as does all fear. Change is born one heart at a time and one fearless truth after another. It is in our fear of a lack of personal power that we have allowed the world to claim the face it wears today. The most frightening of truths is that we know that we are powerful beyond measurable limits, yet we have allowed others to make all the important choices for us. Very nice to read you again, Aberjhani.
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Aberjhani, so good to read you again, this is such a splendid poem filled with poetic passion and superb imagery!|
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|Robust colorful imagery inter-woven with a noble-minded message. Your gift continues vibrant.
Peace to you ... rlc
|Reviewed by jude forese
|laced with such vivid images, this poem is an embodiment of inspiration and poetic aspiration ...|
|Reviewed by Janna Hill