Wonder the World for Nothing -or- Rose of "New Life"

The pollen escapes the throat
on the threshold of all she's ever known
What more do these gods have to offer her?

(A seat on the curb,
waiting on the bus to "New Life"
Stains on her t-shirt, but who cares?

Silence:
The ambush of one million nothings in her mind
Who's to say it's time?
Forsaken?
She's the only one not blind
Wartime casualties, line after line after line)

As the blessings roll down the petals to beautiful
"New Life"
They all catch in the vase
Water-drops on a new world
Her hard hands calloused from stopping that wood

Surprise!  We all knew she would

Reviews

[H.]

As humaqns we are seeds in this idea, a universe, "planted" by the Divine Intelligence. When we flower, when we bloom, we see that everyone around us simply has not. They are nothing but losses, casualties, in the war that fuels the essence of Creation itself. So you wait for the bus to take you off to this higher plane, where nothing really matters in the sense that we believe things matter. Stains on a tee shirt are so superficial, as are nearly all the philosophical conumdrums and worries that invade our mind daily.

If by wood you mean lumber, a product of man, then I think I get what's happening here. If she is a flower growing in a divine vase, this flower of a new world, then she is rejecting the old world built of wood. It's natural growth versus manmade expansion. But of course, "we all knew she would"--"we" being those who are enlightened, and having access to intuition, revelation, the Akashic records. There are those of us who simply reject the norm and ask those bigger questions, and she was one of us.

[Helena]

Simply wonderful. You used the 10 words so well, to execute a very well written
piece indeed! You have talent my friend. Thank you for submitting this to
Tovli's contest this week. Good luck!

Helena :)