Apocalypto On A BlueBird Kind Of Sunday Morning~

I do not want these eyes

anymore

I want to be all lids

shuttered

blinds

eyelash threads

over under

in black silk

through the cheeks

 

I am a fossil

no one will be left

to explore

 

Even the most obscure

bones

found a place in history

 

Do you understand

we did this

to ourselves?

 

If thine eyes offend thee

pluck them out

 

At the window

a blind girl waits;

fingertips play a melody

close

open

up

down

the blinds

comply

 

 

The bluebird

becomes

a defective pheonix

 

Sunday

the churches

are all empty

 

 

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Author's Note

oh well ain't it swell~ =/

Reviews

[MuSe Ampoule]

Best stanza:
"At the window
a blind girl waits;
fingertips play a melody
close
open
up
down
the blinds
comply"

When the world fails us, we fail to continue caring. Aren't we all the blind girl...looking for one minor facet in which we can effect change? Beautiful!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

We have either become blind or so distracted by the trivial things going on around us that we have forgotten what is truly important..........just my take. Wonderful piece!

[David W Moore III]

i'm gonna like a more obscure line! ('cause that's what I do!)

I am a fossil

no one will be left

to explore

to me that is the meat of this piece (sorry to use meat metaphor on a vegan, I'm pretty sure it doesn't count against you)

And I feel that way most of the time. And you can yell and you can shout if you want, but it doesn't seem to come to anything, ever. Frustrating, and sad.

(oh I did like the melody of the blinds (and the play on words there) but I can't be that mainstream!

[Tommy]

Oh the blinders...I wonder sometimes if we are all not deff, dumb, and blind...It seems that most of those who see, will not speak up, and most of those who speak, will not listen, while most of those who hear, hear only what they want...

Great Write Selene!
RLG,
Tommy

[Cafe Reader]

The atmosphere you create is tugging, tugging at the heart of the entire human species.

At the window

a blind girl waits;

fingertips play a melody

close

open

up

down

the blinds

comply





The bluebird

becomes

a defective pheonix



Sunday

the churches

are all empty



You never ever fail to deliver.

[Jae]

I dont know why, but this just gives me a larger fear of blindness. But this was a great poem, so down to earth its practically six feet under. I loved it! 'If thine eyes offend thee pluck them out.' Is my favorite stanza since everyone seems to be doing their favs. heehee.

~Rem

[FireWoman]

I have seen the light fade from the passionate human's eye into an apathetic pool of nothingness. Trouble is, the people who are sensitive and do give a rats patootie can still feel the trouble thats been brewing in paradise. Eyes or no eyes, we still feel it. A horrendous, guttural ache that resonates throughout the Earth and out of the pours of every living thing. =(

[Haim Kadman]

"The bluebird

becomes

a defective pheonix..."

What an epocaliptic down to earth poem, wow Jemel it's a prophecy to warn us and thus prevent it's realization.

[Reese38]

The simple topic becomes something incredibly energized when interpreted through your distinctive style.

I do not want these eyes

anymore

I want to be all lids

shuttered

blinds

eyelash threads

over under

in black silk

through the cheeks


The picture you create with this stanza is nothing short of genius.

[LilyT]

Dissatisfaction with humanity's a killer. Apathy, disdain, living just waiting to die. This happens after ceaseless effort to damn the self destructive tides of self annihilation and realizing the lemmings are programmed to aim for the cliff.

I do not want these eyes

anymore

I want to be all lids

shuttered

blinds

eyelash threads

over under

in black silk

through the cheeks


Your imagery, as ever, is spellbinding.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

It is true what they say, ignorance is bliss... we just never appreciate it as a child... once the Pandora box to the real world is open it can never be closed.