green’s crackled chalice
half is half and whole is whole
and open is never closed
the sky is unconcerned with your welfare
even as it paints your evening red
silence is impossible to silence
full or empty
black or gold
drink it in with your pessimist’s stare
pour it out with an optimist’s grin
overflow
and the earth will take your offering
run it downhill to the pool of purpose
gather
mingle
transmogrify
despair and hope and courage
and puddle them all
at the feet of fortitude
an elixir of entropy
reflecting
cirrus clouds
and broken blue
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July 1st, 2014 at 11:38 am
ha. so true on silence…
i like how you establish truth in the opening lines…and then get a bit more creative with it/or philosophical…running the offerings downhill to the pool of purpose as well is a very cool line…
July 1st, 2014 at 4:10 pm
Gorgeous!
July 2nd, 2014 at 1:37 pm
can’t recall the last time I saw ‘transmogrify’ in a pen 🙂
there’s a stillness at the heart of this ~