Before the Final Demise

And as the sun will greet me tomorrow morning
The sparrows chirping, the songbirds tweeting
To the tune of hope and dove-white love
And little fears catapulted out into the cold planets
And every single creature bears the child of one universe
The mask you wear may not be that diverse
And the plowman plows
Or a professor preaches
Or a sparrow chirps
And the flower blooms
All to the cadence of a sublime verse..

And the clasp of reality gently frees the ball of fire
Against the gravity of ignorance,
Where our thoughts will buoy its wisdom within
And the merry masks will exude the cheers of happiness
And little cloud-lets will bring the shower of peace.

Time is no dream, dream is no imagination
But time may be the poet's reverie.
Let tomorrow bring with it-
The joy of morning dreams..
And no more midnight screams...

Reviews

[E.H. Monroe]

F**k yeah.
WHo do that voodoo that Kundu.
That's right i said it. The f*****g thing reeks of positivity, and reads back to front in the first stanza with a roll and meet in the middle with teh mask. You manage to swing some inner rhyme with old school visuals that maximize who WE think the poem goes out too. EVen with the dark image at the end, it does nothing to ruin the ride of positivity.

Nice and introspective

[Ruth]

I can honestly say that this is amazing love!
You take the soft tones and make them hard!
Stunning flow and one of my fav's lol
xx

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Very nice. I love your use of the mask imagery and the uplifting scenerio. Thanks.
Love and Light,
Siddartha

[abhas]

this is good stuff... the words just blend in and it all feels sublime, and it terminates with a hope for the better and what more do we want ... what more does life want... great write once again...