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The problem with pyramids is that they can only summit, permanence become eternal dust. Pray for the grace of noctal winds, I suppose. Singing back.
Thanks Brendan.
Are we evolving in the wrong direction? Have we gotten used to the darkness?
Or we lost the ability to see darkness because the light shows us what we want to see… the price of evolution….?
Rajani, this poem may have various interpretations, but for me, it resonates with my journey with grief.
But there remains
the issue with light:
what it was before
we could see,
what was lost,
and what we should do now
with the darkness
that still
stubbornly
remains?
Hard-hitting.
Thank you for reading, Vidya… poetry brings us back to ourselves- with new words.
What to do with this darkness indeed, and the lack of character some have to oppose it. Sigh. The wildfires rage, new pipelines get approved..........the world I love, burning itself up.
It is quite unbelievable - the crazy fires and the crazy carbon-spewing wars…we seem to be ok with both.
From a great height
the boisterous sun is shining
like the head of a family
from whom life must flow.
But we, who know
the blister of an afternoon
take pity on our fields
removing dirty sandals
tucking the sun into bed
and lull the child to sleep
with our singing.
A beautiful image there, Joe. Thanks.
Evocative.
Thanks so much.
Probably turn inwards? What other solution do we have. I love the analogy of the pyramid.
The problem with pyramids is that they can only summit, permanence become eternal dust. Pray for the grace of noctal winds, I suppose. Singing back.
Thanks Brendan.
Are we evolving in the wrong direction? Have we gotten used to the darkness?
Or we lost the ability to see darkness because the light shows us what we want to see… the price of evolution….?
Rajani, this poem may have various interpretations, but for me, it resonates with my journey with grief.
But there remains
the issue with light:
what it was before
we could see,
what was lost,
and what we should do now
with the darkness
that still
stubbornly
remains?
Hard-hitting.
Thank you for reading, Vidya… poetry brings us back to ourselves- with new words.
What to do with this darkness indeed, and the lack of character some have to oppose it. Sigh. The wildfires rage, new pipelines get approved..........the world I love, burning itself up.
It is quite unbelievable - the crazy fires and the crazy carbon-spewing wars…we seem to be ok with both.
From a great height
the boisterous sun is shining
like the head of a family
from whom life must flow.
But we, who know
the blister of an afternoon
take pity on our fields
removing dirty sandals
tucking the sun into bed
and lull the child to sleep
with our singing.
A beautiful image there, Joe. Thanks.
Evocative.
Thanks so much.
Probably turn inwards? What other solution do we have. I love the analogy of the pyramid.