on waking your new antiquity

on waking your new antiquity

 

wounded fairytale heart

glows naïve love

from the nucleic center

of a tangled mess of rusty barbwire.

 

reach hard for the song in the darkness;

let the barbs puncture your saintly palm;

bleed your grace aloud.

 

invest a holy kiss.

allow this jagged facade to poke out

your jaded eyes,

and see what hides in the tall

grass:

 

a polished child running in golden sunlight

like a blackbird spins on a thermal

like a savior smiles through vicious pains

like the truth cowers beneath a heavy liar’s

 fist.

 

it's all so beautiful.

 

be baptized in musical light;

silent exorcism of tarry lifetime demons who

cling to every neutral surface.

 

lay your murder weapon

on the sleepy green battlefield,

toss your battered shield

into the restless blue sea,

       be newborn;

a naked and tender alien.

 

leave your black infection

to wither and rot on a dried pine needle

deathbed.

 

walk from the trees like

a slow-forming infant smile;

 

now sorrow is your discarded victim.

fresh cool freedom blows through your cells

like the sweet breath of a loving god.

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

except for the sweet breath of a loving god, the is absolutely correct

[Robin]

a polished child running in golden sunlight

"like a blackbird spins on a thermal
like a savior smiles through vicious pains
like the truth cowers beneath a heavy liar’s
fist."

An amazing piece of writing RG

[Linear]

Ambiguous poetry makes the reader work and enjoy the essence of This genre of poetry well done :0-)

[Brad]

wow, this was absolutely beautiful, nice job

[JimmyFlux]

Refreshing. An apostate's poem. Walking out on the infinite battle is when we become gods. Mastery of this world is in letting go, I say.

[Tkess]

Feels like a blackened soul trying to reclaim the lost innocence of youth. nice work.