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Motes of Dust
The narrative of the occlusion speaks
in the name of god
and judgment reeks of the heaven-sent.
The eye turns inward.
How can humans be so deluded when
they possess opposing thumbs? The
monkey hurls the bone and as if
scattering ants on an ancient tree
ready to break out in war
we choose our side aided by
the
complexity gene,
patterns within patterns within
nothing at all.
But the fire is already burning
the sky like a magnifying lens.
The colours do not astound the eye,
only the meadows of the heart and we live
as refugees in tent cities, displaced by
the idolatry of government.
Is there light at the end of the tunnel
that sees itself in the fraction of an eyelid?
To go the long way home, is without sin or
stones to cast.
And the boat with unfurled sails, having reached
the other shore knows it takes a strong but gentle
wind.
Not every boat is crashed, not every boat follows
the distant light.
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Comments
Ian.T
Thu, 2012-07-19 03:29
Anna
Lovely write and subtle rant lol, You are on top form, though I am not sure of the form in this one, (Me and form well that's a laugh) as I think it is irrelevant. Yours as always Ian.T
With opposing thumbs we should be able to grasp things in both hands yet we stand with that stupid look on our faces palms outward saying "Que" ????
Motes -
A very small particle; a speck:
A lovely line of a Mote:-
"Dust motes hung in a slant of sunlight" (Anne Tyler)
.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
weirdelf
Fri, 2012-07-20 10:24
ah
Did you ever watch 'Boston Legal'? Often Danny Crane when in lust or struck with an idea would make a perfect "oh" of avid interest. William Shatner was never better, and at the life-threatening risk of comparing you to a sex-addict, Republican lawyer with mad cow disease, that is precisely the response that the best of your poetry evokes within me.
As this does.
It is so very very hard to critique your work because you obey no laws of poetry, humanity or form, so I just have to find eloquent ways of saying I like it or I don't. [grins]
cheers,
Jess
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