Light is a burden:
the Sphinx is pointed in the wrong direction
the Tigris River is birthing blood
the American shoreline is vanishing
the polar caps are melting
royalty dines on octopus
the legislature refrains from dreaming
a dictator proclaims his innocence
Light is a spectrum:
the lunar surface is in my belly
truth is a dying poet
the answers lay in a scroll of dust
Because dreams are dining in a field of cotton
exchanging recipes time will devour
Because earthquakes are the witchery of movement
and hurricanes are the breath of far-off hands
molding the disturbance of ordered cycles
Because millions of dislocated bodies
are the center of attention
rotating to the momentum of an unfocused world
Light is without direction:
the stars are but memories
heaven and hell are conceptual incongruities
salvation is the evil of losing perspective
enlightenment is the shadow of super novas
Because I can hear my heartbeat
from within these walls of oblivion
Because I am moving to a milieu
where the neighbors are translucent
Because windows are without reflection
And life is but of beam of unwanted visions
Looking for an avenue to be resurrected upon
Great write.
love and peace, Carole
it is even uglier than we thought. But only by capturing and imprisoning it -- torturing out sane behavior? -- do we have a chance of keeping the poet alive. Hope my point is clear. Yours is not only clear but
beautifully expressed. Encore! Encore!! P <3
Calvin
Felix
Incredibly profound write..saved it..ty
Vesna:
Facts all facts but from such an interesting dimension.
Didactical write..
Abdi-Noor
Reindeer
You ARE a Being of the light
this is transendent, crisp,clear, wrenchingly beautiful!
Amazingly in tune with all that surrounds us!
Many Blessings ~ Shell
Love Tinka
and beyond the heavens!
Great one Robert!
Bravo!
All the shades of the spectrum are here with the images to match.
You surely have captured the tenor of the times!Brilliant work!
Love,
Eileen
Take care,
Sherry
Sage