Everything a blur at the moment.
Somehow all, in it senselessness,
Makes sense.
The light turns to obscurity and moons sprout from Aurora’s mouth.
Jackals cry ‘kaw-kaw’ from the branches of the rawboned trees
And I swim through stone in the rugged mountains.
I am free
And what it means to be free
Bursts from my pores in colored fancy.
I glide-paint my rainbows in drag-star fashion
Down the phosphorescent runways
Of these things we call life.
And those that speak of reality
Idly sit by
As the currents of wish-wash babble
Rule their lives
And I long to paddle up
Rolling hills of lubricious sand
To hazard the hope that anything is
Possible.
I like that. Very nice. I will be following your blog more often.
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I will also add you to my blogroll.
Posted by Jay Isip | November 9, 2009, 10:57 amWow, that is a really awesome poem! The content of it is really deep, but you have a great imagination and do well in explaining it. Is there a particular thing that gave you the idea to write this poem? Thanks for posting it!
Posted by sarahsummer | November 9, 2009, 12:06 pmI enjoy your poetry. In fact, I have bookmarked your site so I can return to it easily.
Regards,
Kenneth Taylor
Athens, GA
Posted by neatnik2009 | November 14, 2009, 5:05 pmThis is very unique and I really like it.
Posted by Devin Durbin | December 9, 2009, 12:47 amI like it and sense the anger that inspires in the poem to work harder.
Posted by Christine | March 28, 2010, 8:49 pmI can feel the earth in your words and ache to join you in this visceral context.
Posted by An Imperfect Servant | April 19, 2010, 3:32 pmI really enjoyed reading this poem, I felt it had a lot of meaning.
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