Vision's Verily Vicious Circumference

Vision's Verily Vicious Circumference

it's a pitch blue sky

black to my eye

too dark for the clouds to appear

in fascist gray

the day

awaits closure

thieves steel the azure

the world in fissure

separates in tone

hurt and anger toss the stone

a grave opens

but no one emerges

even he resists the temptation to rise

when again is in such chaos

prayer becomes a hard rain

Dylan is searching another color

while the world is tangled up 

in its own greedy hate

conflict creating

a more complicated "Twist of Fate"

suffering, destruction, the bombs

all done with such aplomb

it's shown every night on the news

and now we all got the blues

but only a shattered canopy

a spoiled canvas

an artist's nightmare

a deluge of suffering

a cumulative cumulus

an aborted resurrection

an ironic ascension

into this manmade hell.

erin-cilberto

2/5/24

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

I wish there was a vaccine we could give the whole world. It would be anti=hate. Yes, the nightly news is quite depressing lately. It is absolutely a "manmade hell" out there. "Pitch blue sky" is such a great phrase. Jacob, your poetry is always excellent. Even the alliteration of your title is super. Lydi**

[Ted Kniffen]

Well said. As our friend oncee said "a hard rain's gonna fall" ... even He wouldn't venture out into this maelstrom of hate. The genie is out of the bottle.

Good one j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Ted...yes , it is.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob… there seems to be dark clouds that Hate Spring and Flowers; however, the Rain will Cover the Ground and Red headed Woodpeckers will form a Band high in the Trees to Celebrate Spring. … softly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Pat,
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