by unseen scheme or chance, he
is the pulse of the here and now, all
too inattentive when he skips a beat,
breaks a stride, mismanages the hand
he is dealt. he is antecedent of the
yesterdays he fashioned and seldom
comprehends, touchstone to tomorrows
anticipated in his genes. he is, it
appears, a metaphoric conundrum,
who haunted caves in wooly hides,
imprinted huddled shadows on
primeval walls…spanned canyons,
scaled mountains on legs of mettle
and backs of giants, shoveled his way
from east to west, crawled with crabs
and demons of the deep, caught the wind,
hazarded ancestral seas that hurled him
into quiet bays, stranded him on shores
once roamed by mastodons. he left his
tracks on continents of ice and sand and
grand vistas sheltered by lofty timber
stretched beyond his ken or imaginings.
he planted, uprooted, recreated borders
that subdivided him by tongue, canon,
edict, status, hue, inherited instincts.
he is the schools he builds, the books
he reads, the books he burns, the tales
he tells, songs he sings, games he plays.
he is classified by acronyms. under
flaming banners he limps from battle
to siege, the blood on his hands
defining him. he captured the sun
to stoke his needs, built stone temples
and steel animated by ancient spells.
he pampered his ego in base metals,
silks, and filigree, abandoned reason
in lieu of arcane metaphysics. he is
seeking answers to unasked questions,
expanding his mind to dance with stars,
examine strange worlds unheard of by
cosmic routes uncharted. he is ticking
to the rhythm of timeless time, chafing
to snap his chains to the present, claim
the future written in his past. he is us.
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Blessings and Love - Micke
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
the upright and even regal structure, so classic and captured against the slight grip of holding onto everything that makes us struggle with and within who we are and want to be.....
and the rhythms of a pulse, quickening and slowing.......stumbling adn crumbling over answers lost and found on this internal eternal journey....
you are fighting your way to brilliance and imagination's embrace.
all of life awaits still.....still.....so still.........
more sir[e].
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This has such a majestic feel to it gene.
Expressions like this make this whole creepy
internet process of sharing worthwhile. Kudos!
Nice format, and the use of lower case which,
in my reasoning, exemplifies a kind of humbleness.
I'm thinking that this is one of your masterworks.
You have touched many with this insight!
Blessings ...
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Bless your heart :)
you have written a poem of perfection!
I am captured within the aura of “timepiece”…feeling the unending progression of our here & now…from those caves of inscription to ink jet printers…we are destined to announce our time to the future…our moments…our visions…our everything….and the future looks at us too...
Peace & Blessings Poet!!
Vickie
( being as a verb.) :
he is antecedent of the
yesterdays he fashioned and seldom
comprehends, touchstone to tomorrows
anticipated in his genes. he is, it
appears, a metaphoric conundrum,
Love the paradox in,
he is antecedent of the
yesterdays he fashioned
he is ticking
to the rhythm of timeless time, chafing
to snap his chains to the present, claim
the future written in his past. he is us.
Too many good lines to quote them all. All time: past, present and future rolled into one. Profound and interestingly expressed.
- David
Carole~
Georg
This is great history in poetry, and not just the history of ourselves but the effects of it and the attitude towards it. It is uplifting and positive because of the line you take, our good side if you will, the best of what we are capable of, but it's also wise in that you don't get carried away, there's an intellectual balance and a certain detachment, too.
And the writing is mighty.
John
Be always safe,
Karen
Enjoyed this very much
Hope you had a good day
The Buzzard
Myrna
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
"hazarded ancestral seas that hurled him
into quiet bays, stranded him on shores
once roamed by mastodons. he left his
tracks on continents of ice and sand and"
and even further back when the caveman and his dinosaur roamed, making way for the experienced fossil excavator of modern-day who wears a digital timepiece
"he is classified by acronyms. under
flaming banners he limps from battle
to siege, the blood on his hands
defining him. he captured the sun"
Timepiece chronicles the broad swath of the population past and present, Gene...me...I keep time with the silver reputation of The Sundance Wives, gold pocket watch on a gold chain tucked in my canyon of cleavage as the cliffhangar dangles...I always know what time it is with you, Gene...
Love,
Sage