Belief

Poetry

The fallen leaf a mere magic carpet, 

floating through eternity to land and crumble in sepia ash. 

A prophecy smudged in the mind of a legend. 

Magic entertained belief until faith tried to explain the miracle. 

The joke was there, wasn’t any magic to begin with, belief was all in the believing. 

In the past, he was before his time, a futurist now nothing more than a current event. 

A prodigy turned prodigal to escape the present. 

Perfect storms ebb and flow, 

mans religions come and go.

Immovable objects taunt unstoppable forces 

all sieved through the manes of wild horses. 

Author's Note

Yeah... don't know why I like this, a darling to be sure. Didn't Stephen King say to kill your darlings? I guess this one slipped through the horses manes...

Reviews

[Ted Kniffen]

This is intriguing, Roarke, a wonderful allegorical look at a history of man's beliefs. The magic I suppose could be Druidic in nature, as a way to control the followers and then magic was replaced by faith and faith asked the people to believe in something they couldn't see...but that's why its been around in its many different forms through millennia. People need to believe in something bigger than themselves.
The Prodigal...the Futurist lost at the moment in the clamor to denounce belief.

The last four lines are an apt finish. Good thing it slipped through.

A good write.

[roarke]

Thank you for the read and impressions Ted, I tend to write poems/prose with large brush strokes because I think it lends to the reader to finish the fine strokes in their own way. Thanks for stopping by.

[Cherrie Palmer]

...prodigy turned prodigal to escape the present. ..
What a great phrase.
...Immovable objects taunt unstoppable forces ...
I enjoyed this very much, very creative.

[roarke]

Hi Cherrie, you are too too kind. Some old prose reposted, someone asked.. lol. I don't know if compiling a future book of my "prose" is a productive pursuit though... better to leave it on the ashes of leaves, eh?

[Cherrie Palmer]

No better to carry the readers imagination to yhose ashes.