Poem Body
Pallid the sky
bleached by summers sun
ghost blue behind the standing trees
an audience to the heavens
that empty place
we fill with our illusory ideas
perfection in the geometry
of our joys and fears
make tangible our thoughts
on strings of harps
and angels wings
so many things we bring to life
with our intense imagination
creating peace
disturbing peace
no peace finding
we humans walk this earth
like kings and queens
a birthright not deserved
while other animals and birds
look on askance
and think we are absurd.
Margaret Ann Waddicor 26th July 2014.
Comments
What wonderful lines:
"Pallid the sky
bleached by summers sun
ghost blue behind the standing trees"
I also like the "geometry/of our joys and fears." It makes me think of Kaprman's Drama Triangle: victim-persecutor-rescuer.
I rather like being absurd, though.
~Arrow
love this
there's truth in this stanza.
so many things we bring to life
with our intense imagination
creating peace
disturbing peace
no peace finding
Well done.
Alid
Beautiful,
Beautiful, but honest account of mans actions on this planet. If only the masses could understand this, perhaps we may still have time to help heal this planet. Love Roscoe...