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.
Well done!!
ReplyDeleteI think that we need to search for light... dawn is rising.
ReplyDeleteI join you in your journey!
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteI hope the promise holds true...maybe it wont if mud or clay...
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
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.
ReplyDeleteThis felt like a puzzle with many meanings. I like the accompanying image. The sun is shadowy and a bit sinister. Interesting piece.
ReplyDeleteinhale 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
ReplyDeleteGreat word play in a dark poem. Yes, often you have to concentrate on a happy past to cope with a less-than-happy present.
ReplyDeleteA long journey of a poem – and an important one.
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