eclipse Posted December 11, 2017 Posted December 11, 2017 A golden oriole opened my cagebriefly, six bars of a song, his blackwings eclipse those of war. I havedied six times as ennui rips anotherghost whose wrist aches for the presenceof the orioles yellow breast to unclenchthe unresting fists of battle-to slip on a gold ring as war marries war.i spot an owl one night on the hunt as I seeka fire-fighter to locate the elusive flames thatburn within. Tears cross the sky, fire falls fromclouds. I have one type of madness that seeksa sane reflection. How insignificant I seem againstthe bonsai sun of the oriole's yellow plumage, thiswar just another distant scream of a planet orbitingthe sun. Quote
Tinker Posted December 12, 2017 Posted December 12, 2017 Hi Barry, I have to admit that often your writing confuses me and makes me hesitant to respond. You always serve up wonderful unique imagery. How it all fits together is sometimes a mystery to me. You seem to have been on an anti war theme in this and in another recent poem. But I could be totally off in my assessment, I'm made up of simpler stuff. Love the "bonsai sun of the oriole's yellow plumage" ~~Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to [email protected]
tonyv Posted December 24, 2017 Posted December 24, 2017 I, too, get a sense of war from this one. I also detect timelessness along with transience in everything, not just human life, but in folly (like war): ... this/war just another distant scream of a planet orbiting/the sun. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic
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