Feet don't walk well without Toes, don't you agree, now?
Feet, Feet that walked away with the Toes
Heavy the hoods of the eyes
that laboured the scan of horizons
Heavy the course of the thoughts
that sat unstirred on the sill of the stare
Heavy this ancient bottomed nose
sitting in judgment over this meat
Endlessly shunting the frenzied workers
now sniff-drunk and steam-bellowed in the street
This the scull careered through rutted scars
the primeval hair bushed in pathways
Where long tribes with long lances
prod the undergrowth for signs of lost bones
These the ears that heard the wake of worlds
wandering in the ever irretraceable tread
Ears though that admit the silent secrets
ever still and hospitable to the panicky refrain
This the assembled machinery, forging fire
have dropped the tongs
Down the corridors of investigation
hurtling in darkening diseases
These the loins, companion of time
stalked through fire, filth, and foam
Baked in the hot ovens of empires
wearied some morning in blurry depredation
Wobble-eyed, knee-tied, dragged with pacing company
through yesterdays that are forever lost indemnity
Heavy the larvae lipped throb, kiss and consider
heavy the molten strata ooze, consider and kiss
These the organs that prodded nations
and shrivelled up to curse them all in pain
Pursed its potency, convulsed the course of the vein
this the dismembered member of the tribe
Heavy, alas, these feet that thump
jog and reel in the dancing rhythm of millennia
Trod on the will-less face of faiths
twitched their toes and walked their way
Ron, Are you there ? Are you alright ? I didn't see your "Thursday" poem, so I thought I'd check. If you missed crowning the day with a "poem" owing to sudden lack of habit, then I'm glad, for as I said earlier on: True poems write themselves out of necessity, not by contrivance, but if neither is the case, I do hope you are keeping well, and I must thank you for your comment or rather compliment you on your perspicacity. I have been foraging AD pages back in its "medieval epoch" and note with satisfaction your tenacity in saying what comes to you naturally. That's because of your "dithering heights" IQ. Wish you had acquired some essential know-how on the art of criticism - you would have found your true métier ! Hope you'll continue being courageous and compassionate. Every good wish. Wignesan
I sensed more than the loss of the toes frostbite on the night it froze. I sensed a monumental poem following the course of mankind down to history sacrificing the body work required for the progress of the few in the grind of the many.
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The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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