we bend and weave
bouncing off invisible ropes
designed by far-off hands
dodging punches
rights and lefts
downward hooks and uppercuts
launcing
off bloodied mats,
fallen prophets
rising from the dead
deciphering scrolls
written by our own hands
evaluating our endurance
to survive
the imprints our faces
leave over
on pure linen cloths
cleansing our trampled beings
observing hazy
rings over our holy heads
Punch straight to the centre line and never let your rear guard down, yet the secret is in the minute footwork. :)
Such depth you write about our illusions and disillusions and total lack of awareness.
Joy L. Hale
On another level of thought, I feel some kind of deeply routed issue that must be resolved, from reading your recent posts they seem like a woven puzzle to be decifered and thought about.
yet on another level of thought, One can get a feeling of a disturbance in the forces that be.
It's late and I just wanted you to know that I always love reading your poetry before bedtime.
Much peace, light, and love,
Amber
with and by delusions.
Do we make too much of shrouds
and halos askew?
John
fee
well done, jude & mind your punches!
carolyn
Ron
Take care,
Sherry