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Plasticity
The furies driven wild
have attacked without compromise
brambles to thickets, worn
cry, divulge, expel
flown
still flowing far, far away
to a grey and polarized realm
bottom-feeders with swine
wallow in the mud
grunting
gulp away, swollen fat
as cows chew grass
the cud moves
constant
as meditative reassurance
how muted our colours have become
in this age of reason
the deplorable surf
chips away cliff-sides
with a more violent
spray of gray
that solid sod and green grass
landslide
the furies scream
We are still here
despite the knell
those scratches of pride
fold within palms of inter-lock
crane your neck
they say to those
thick as a tree
to the very tops of kissing blue
We shall one day, return
for now we grab a hold of our pails
in search of the buttercup
hues of a more vibrant existence
butter yet creamed
bovine to divine
we shall mark the way
in hopes the world remembers its magic
have attacked without compromise
brambles to thickets, worn
cry, divulge, expel
flown
still flowing far, far away
to a grey and polarized realm
bottom-feeders with swine
wallow in the mud
grunting
gulp away, swollen fat
as cows chew grass
the cud moves
constant
as meditative reassurance
how muted our colours have become
in this age of reason
the deplorable surf
chips away cliff-sides
with a more violent
spray of gray
that solid sod and green grass
landslide
the furies scream
We are still here
despite the knell
those scratches of pride
fold within palms of inter-lock
crane your neck
they say to those
thick as a tree
to the very tops of kissing blue
We shall one day, return
for now we grab a hold of our pails
in search of the buttercup
hues of a more vibrant existence
butter yet creamed
bovine to divine
we shall mark the way
in hopes the world remembers its magic
Published 16th Sep 2018
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17th Sep 2018 00:32am
I've read it three times and take away more with each read ... welcome back Soul
17th Sep 2018 3:36am
Bravo Soul! Welcome back! I've missed your wise, intelligent poetry. This muktilayered beauty begs repeated reading.
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17th Sep 2018 10:04am
YYYYYYYYYAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!
I think I just squee’d a little in happiness, heh.
I know this is a hope poem, but I can’t help but notice the underlying sadness in the words of this write. Maybe it’s the use of colours that do that here. I too long for a day where the world remembers its magic.
So happy to see you back. Have an awesome day!
-M
I think I just squee’d a little in happiness, heh.
I know this is a hope poem, but I can’t help but notice the underlying sadness in the words of this write. Maybe it’s the use of colours that do that here. I too long for a day where the world remembers its magic.
So happy to see you back. Have an awesome day!
-M
17th Sep 2018 10:07pm
So glad to see you back, souladareatease. Like GW above, I'll need to read this at least one more time for the full effect. There's no denying its beauty.
18th Sep 2018 9:12am
Sometimes magic is lost and hopes remain mere hopes, in the meander of life's route. Your growth is determined by those who have the power to break you or slow you down, one who can pull you back, so you scrabble against the tide.
You live on and try to ignore it, filling your own belly against the more noble thoughts of your spirit, yet it rankles as always. Cryptic as always, Soul.
You live on and try to ignore it, filling your own belly against the more noble thoughts of your spirit, yet it rankles as always. Cryptic as always, Soul.
23rd Sep 2018 1:07pm
I wonder if the bottom feeders choke on their own words or are they so dense it could never happen? I related to this in so many ways and found myself smiling. Smiling because no one...not one can steal another's light... xoxo
