The sun, sets
stars, fall
but they shine
stone, it crumbles
wood, it rots
glass, it shatters
flowers, wilt
trees, drop
but they live
water, it drowns
fire, it burns
air, it chokes
dirt, it suffocates
shadows, disappear
light, it fades
but they come back
bone, it breaks
blood, it spills
brains, fail to work
hearts, stop beating
eyes, close...
but they open
i read this on here before i saw it was the last poem in your collection as arranged last tuesday. and of course that's where it should be. the moment of zen-like clarity after a 'dark night of the soul.' the interplay of opposites, destruction giving meaning to existence. themes of rebirth. i think about ecclesiastes or the end of pink floyd's 'the wall.' or the idea of metanoia in psychology. good
ReplyDeleteThis makes an excellent close to your collection and I chose to leave it as the last poem when considering the order. It delivers a strong ending, like all stories have, while leaving opportunity for more, or displaying reincarnation.I enjoyed watching this one come together as you started the idea over lunch the other day. The spark and fire you felt when writing this comes through.
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