Routine ConversationA Poem by Footprints al carbonLike talking to a very old friend.
It was routine:
sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset; Just sit down, relax and listen, for if you name something then it is as though you have created it. After all: man was named by woman. It had to be that way; for who protects their offspring like woman? and who gives a name even to the explorer? Yes, if you name something then it is as though you have created it; At the garden's gate garments were prepared, skins from an animal: surely made by a hunter, who carried a spear requiring assistance only of skill; to harvest the animals named by man; each creature serving only one perfect end, as each having its own purpose and nature; Thrust discovery as the sailing spear, that whose nature is compliance, is balance, with an axis of rotation fixed for routine, sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset.
© 2017 Footprints al carbon |
Stats
47 Views
Added on April 25, 2017 Last Updated on April 25, 2017 AuthorFootprints al carbonPhoenix, AZAboutI'm a part time poet, usually during waking hours. An idea must be fed and put to bed in harmonic frequency as to the sun moving about the sky. Poetry is exhausting so burn clean my peoples. more..Writing
|