Sunday, July 02, 2017

~ The Hidden Own

A poem seems such a little effort in contrast feels good enough huh?

Falling

Is predatory flight
to polarity
    a prayer
mostly prey
    just falling kind    
    Rare exceptions make angels
A compassionate feature hidden
    by only a few degrees of velocity
    they lift consciously to fly
    where words heart felt
   
Whisper possibilities within
    to a wind that ascends
    falling turns this chime 
         into reeds sublime
         a wind swept mind

Judging the irony - oh what the hell
    every close inspection
    reveals truth spoken to power
    relevant for unspoken and kind
    
In another, that looks chaotic
    works in progress 
    require a little more
        patient understanding with love
        scrutinize the party
            if you please


© 7/2/2017 rjduberg




 
1st Draft
1st person view, incomplete, influenced by C to an unnatural extend through inperceptible changes to cursor location.  With this poem indicating cryptically but directly my awareness (they just did it moving the cursor to top of page, this experience is not pleasant and somewhat unnerving when it happens to a greater than normal frequency? They begin to move the dials all over the place with these antics and I can see a little more why the veil is the veil. No one has ever explained that little part of the equation very well, regarding the veil, a constraint that is partially physical.
         

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