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Out the Window
Grey on grey.
Like ripples of bad watercolors.
Too ugly to be fake,
Too poignant to be real.
Defined and packaged,
Explained and exorcised,
Trod upon and forgotten
Like the cheap, plastic brushes
On the carpets of talentless children.
A layered surface, slopped together,
Concealing truths and birthing lies,
Forcing the eye to look within
And find the face of God.
A visage of Mystery
Drifts closer to the brain
Coaxing the creature,
Stirring the discarded believer
Yet wonder, stripped of all its beauty,
Is offered in intellectual sacrifice
To a melancholy sky
Forged from sulking, pendulous clouds.
Divinity capitulates,
Limping away from the over-thought mind,
Yielding in the battle for the soul
To the undercooked ideals of identity
And the vanishing skull of a rat.
© 2012 H. Newberry
Like ripples of bad watercolors.
Too ugly to be fake,
Too poignant to be real.
Defined and packaged,
Explained and exorcised,
Trod upon and forgotten
Like the cheap, plastic brushes
On the carpets of talentless children.
A layered surface, slopped together,
Concealing truths and birthing lies,
Forcing the eye to look within
And find the face of God.
A visage of Mystery
Drifts closer to the brain
Coaxing the creature,
Stirring the discarded believer
Yet wonder, stripped of all its beauty,
Is offered in intellectual sacrifice
To a melancholy sky
Forged from sulking, pendulous clouds.
Divinity capitulates,
Limping away from the over-thought mind,
Yielding in the battle for the soul
To the undercooked ideals of identity
And the vanishing skull of a rat.
© 2012 H. Newberry
Published 1st Dec 2016
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1st Dec 2016 10:49am
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1st Dec 2016 1:59pm
Don't throw out the bath water . . . It will uncover the rats' skull . . . Enjoyed!
2nd Dec 2016 8:51am
I absolutely love the truth of this -
Forcing the eye to look within
And find the face of God.
To me, this is the entire crux of the poem - the forcing to look inward and weigh between humility and ego. It almost makes me wonder if it's a tangible reflection in the pane of glass which acts as a mirror instead. Either way works beautifully.
The imagery of divinity limping away due to the over processing of the mind vs. accepting in child-like wonder is fantastic.
Really enjoyed this, and your style. Thanks for the read.
Forcing the eye to look within
And find the face of God.
To me, this is the entire crux of the poem - the forcing to look inward and weigh between humility and ego. It almost makes me wonder if it's a tangible reflection in the pane of glass which acts as a mirror instead. Either way works beautifully.
The imagery of divinity limping away due to the over processing of the mind vs. accepting in child-like wonder is fantastic.
Really enjoyed this, and your style. Thanks for the read.
2nd Dec 2016 8:54am
And thank you for taking the time. I am somewhat addicted to long bouts of quiet introspection and passing a window on a rainy, sullen day is like a mousetrap to me.
