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Sunday, October 15, 2017

Beyond the dearth


What possible pretense for the shock, jump- thump of heart hit – what possible pretense for the teeming, reaming, hulk of bulk, looming, zooming a re-route of sun sunk to deep shadow as you stand – Golemic-humanoid hypodermic huge in hand, my would-be-drip-drug of despair–destroying all that was – demolishing all that could come to be - casting a challenge to trust the simple certainty of a single next breath. What possible pretense for it all?
None.
And so, in spite of all – I shut my eyes to your new-normal present, reach behind to the joy of the past, and inhale in great gulps of sweet air - the promised future-to-come. Beyond the dearth. 





10 comments:

  1. I think that we need to search for light... dawn is rising.

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  2. I try to do the same - cling to the beauty of Mother Earth, even while my heart grieves at what is happening to her........trying to trust that sound leadership will come our way once again and it cant be soon enough. Gah.

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  3. I hope the promise holds true...maybe it wont if mud or clay...
    Anna :o]

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  4. I am trying to figure this one out. It seems it is about someone's change into a 'new normal.' Not really sure what it means beyond that. Sigh.

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  5. This felt like a puzzle with many meanings. I like the accompanying image. The sun is shadowy and a bit sinister. Interesting piece.

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  6. inhale in great gulps of sweet air- the promised future-to-come. Beyond the dearth. Love these lines as they are filled with hope and positivity. Great poem Take care

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  7. Great word play in a dark poem. Yes, often you have to concentrate on a happy past to cope with a less-than-happy present.

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  8. A long journey of a poem – and an important one.

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