A perfect angel held
the all too human hand,
imperfect man; the Devil
reminded the world
he too was made
spirit divined to find mercy
draw upon deep wells of forgiveness
and such creatures of purpose
tilted on the fields
and life stained black earth,
in fearless abandon
angels and demons vied
upon a frozen face of reality.
While beneath the icy glass
swirled in frigid waves
time and tides of fortune,
desire and pain,
approach to retreat
push and pull upon
the little love that fills
the ever grown space
of all things,
an expanding breath of creation.
Imperfect man might contend
with fates, for pasts became
flat and shallow, a shadow in darkest night.
Futures moved as a plow cleaving
through hard soils, a prow
bending seas of time; a sail
through airless voids and lightless emptiness
in search of its reflection.
For the course is never fixed
even constant
stars fade from view when eyes fill with fire
and man has the dance
of his savage soul, to the drum
of his heedless heart, for he
will not hear the ceaseless beat;
but spends his existence calling angels
in a place of echoes.
Please tell me what you think
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"...For the course is never fixed
even constant
stars fade from view when eyes fill with fire..."
The words speak to me of an outdoor venue
afire with emotion...
Your pieces move the mind,
searching thru varied
scenarios you set in focus.
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Ah, the eternal battle, since life began and until life will cease to exist.
You expressed doubts, efforts, fight, darkness and light co-existence very well.
Well done!
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This reminds me of sort of a "behind the scenes" look at humanity's plight. You speak so much of the spiritual forces at play during the course of events and time, and yet to the common eye, we see only man and his savage dance, and view time primarily from hindsight. But this tells the other side of a story. This shows the interaction between the physical and spiritual, the seen and unseen, the known and the not-understood.
Some of the images were so significant to the feelings of spiritual force--in particular the plow, prow and sail. Each showed such resistance and struggle to change or at least determine the course man will take. Wonderfully done.
I just love the truth of that last stanza. Mankind, despite our vast knowledge, so often lacks the wisdom to heed the ceaseless beat, and find ourselves at the mercy of the forces that may or may not work to benefit us. Our cry repeated over and over and over.
Really nicely done, PK. Rich in images, mood and message.
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so much sadness and longing and beautifully written.
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thanks LL-
means so much coming from you-
Spirit searches and in the end
we smile because we gain so much from from the journey...thanks for all... PK
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These words have such a wistfulness...
"Imperfect man might contend
with fates, for pasts became
flat and shallow, a shadow in darkest night;
futures moved as a plow cleaving
through hard soils, a prow
bending seas of time; a sail
through airless voids and lightless emptiness
in search of its reflection"
...mindful of a quest to recapture a perfect time, and then those last two lines..emptiness echoing. A very somber theme.
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Thank you Malmadre-
for your kind and generous words...PK
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