Sometimes the World Stops

Sometimes the World Stops

 

 

Humans need fantasy,

metaphor,

artistic creativity.

It’s one of the dividing things

separating us from other forms of life.

 

We share the planet

with life and death,

with color, darkness

and shadow,

with love,

binding everything together

on the human palette.

 

Of all the diverse emotions that life explores,

it is love and death

that stops the world’s rotation,

pushed it beyond

Milky Way’s spiral.

 

Wet lips

meet another’s need,

forcing tongues to speak

in an erotic language,

filled with imagination,

creation

and the adventures of sharing.

 

Or, the cold, blue rose,

that adorns the grave

and the one you love,

gone, but smiles

with forever memories

that empties your heart.

 

The world will spiral on,

with love and death,

 in the trails they leave.

And we humans

will imagine,

create,

fantasize

as we love and die.

 

Aztec Warrior/redzone 11.23.20

Author's Note

....thanks for reading...

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

Paracelsus, in the 16th century was when Magic was honest and unmanipulated. the manufacturing revolution (also known as the Industrial revolution) put an end to the magic of this earth. It's now called "Scientific Advancement". but humans still need metaphor (the closest thing to magic) to show that we are far more than just the dewlap of cattle;; that our loose skin and wrinkled brows mean that there is a world that needs 'likenesses' and diagrams to sort out hate from love, depression from joy, shooting each other from shooting stars. But you are correct. It is August now. The world has spiraled on.
Some are defeated by the spiraling. Some rejoice in the spinning. great poem.....dana

[redzone]

it's true, capitalism/imperialism has striped away magic in the world, eliminated dragons and unicorns and laid bare the inner workings (as far as we know) of the earth around us and beyong.... but even in the darkest of hours and harshest conditions the rose rises from the concrete and amidst the trash, decay and broken bodies, there are some who will always write and dream, create and imagine a better world.... history has shown over and over again humanities ability to over throw tyranny and create the new...

I really appreciate your comment on this poem Dana, come join us on this spinning spiral and let's build a new world with metaphors and roses galore...

[Sami Khalil]

"The world will spiral on,

with love and death,

in the trails they leave.

And we humans

will imagine,

create,

fantasize

as we love and die."

[barleygirl]

I love this poem. It's so relaxing to simply embrace our human foibles & not make a big deal out of stuff. We're all worn out from all the intensity in recent years, esp the past year. Your poem feels like a relief to me . . . let's just be human and celebrate all that is . . . without judging or condemning anything in the same sentence (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I don't know if the world really stops, but maybe we cause it to pause when we write moments down on a page....we capture a feeling felt at that certain moment.
And it will always be there....etched in words.
j.

[Sami Khalil]

Your philosophy is astounding. Your poetry is aching for humanity. Your Your points are breaking the monotony. You spilled it all and weaved it all. Glad to see you back sir...

[Sami Khalil]

"We share the planet

with life and death,

with color, darkness

and shadow,

with love,

binding everything together

on the human palette."