Composted Peace
Astral Star
Posts: 129
6-17-07
Atop the merry go round
Of the clouds
There lies a fate
Of mercurial silence
That brings in a musical “Sir Duke”
Wondering and gliding
Round the ferns
The gathering of plump pigeons
Peck at the wheat stalk seeds
And an orange breasted Robin,
So secure humming with the ground
Flying eastward
As I so desire
Meeting a question
Of a man
Who seems to bring so many answers
I cannot quite comprehend
If it is I
Or us
Or nothingness
That lies between us
Full and floating
I gaze at the grin
Of a sure moon
Persistent and high
Coalescing songs from the perched
Nightingale
Marine mist
Makes it way inland
Billowing grey blue puffs
Of whales regality
Smirking at the dalliances of man
Cotton comfort to rest my mind against
While I soak in a tepid battle
Wasting the golden brown
Earth beneath my feet
Immersed in the last scab of the wound
I am dripping with patience
Picked off
As an offering to this
Healing sanctuary
Mother’s womb
Buried in gritty dry brittle earth
I release this old old old pain
Become innocence again
Join the talented
Heard
Leap and breathe
And exclaim
Bounty for all
And for all
No shame
Atop the merry go round
Of the clouds
There lies a fate
Of mercurial silence
That brings in a musical “Sir Duke”
Wondering and gliding
Round the ferns
The gathering of plump pigeons
Peck at the wheat stalk seeds
And an orange breasted Robin,
So secure humming with the ground
Flying eastward
As I so desire
Meeting a question
Of a man
Who seems to bring so many answers
I cannot quite comprehend
If it is I
Or us
Or nothingness
That lies between us
Full and floating
I gaze at the grin
Of a sure moon
Persistent and high
Coalescing songs from the perched
Nightingale
Marine mist
Makes it way inland
Billowing grey blue puffs
Of whales regality
Smirking at the dalliances of man
Cotton comfort to rest my mind against
While I soak in a tepid battle
Wasting the golden brown
Earth beneath my feet
Immersed in the last scab of the wound
I am dripping with patience
Picked off
As an offering to this
Healing sanctuary
Mother’s womb
Buried in gritty dry brittle earth
I release this old old old pain
Become innocence again
Join the talented
Heard
Leap and breathe
And exclaim
Bounty for all
And for all
No shame
"If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to eachother." Mother Theresa
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this piece shifts focus line after line here: billowing clouds, whales, dalliances, cotton, dirt, scab, dripping patience
it brings the reader back to the merry go round... or, places her on one. up and down while 'round and 'round... quirky music honking in the background...
to read it, or to feel your way through it, you have to let your feet go from the ground and succumb to the notions of a beautiful poem that will take you everywhere with a gentle woman's lift, absolutely fastened to the spherical realm of everything at the same time
a lovely experience i am happy to have
danke
Good stuff.
nice art
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
this is greatness
what i just read
this makes me want to become a better writer
this piece you created from your universe
our universe
wears a crown
or rather you wear the crown
and yet you are a crown
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce