the divine spirit walked
onto the celestial balcony
to observe humanity,
their rhythmic jostles,
as they ignored the ominous
and fell prey to illusions,
flapping about in search of meaning,
a pantomime of the real,
fearful of the day
they'd be but bones
beneath the emerald lawns,
worried about the void
between earth and heaven
and not seeing the void
between each other
/ / /
This poem was written in response to Wordle 13 at The Sunday Whirl.
Very strong poem, Richard. I do sometimes think people worry about 'large' matters when what they should be looking at is the relationship between people in THEIR world. Thank you for your comments on my wordle for this same week. You are always so good about comments.
ReplyDeleteIncredibly brilliant poem. I know, because I am inside it and outside it, able to see.
ReplyDeleteMary, thank you as always for your kind and thoughtful comments. I couldn't agree with you more about "their world".
ReplyDeleteI haven't been writing as much, and I really should spend more time reading others' poems, like yours, because that always inspires me. Thanks for hanging in there with me, even when I'm not posting very much.
Richard
Willow, thank you. It takes one being able to be both inside and outside it to truly see. Thanks again.
ReplyDeleteRichard
That punchline packs a wallop!
ReplyDeleteRosemary, thank you. That punch was supposed to sting a bit.
ReplyDeleteRichard
I LOVE this one!!!!! So much!
ReplyDeleteSherry, thank you.
ReplyDeleteRichard