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The moon's fingers rest on ocean floors

with the sun's stethoscope, tattooed clock
on a mermaid's back-ticking irreversible
transfiguration, she whispers fake news
to the ocean about an ark being transported
on an angel's back. A deity's eyes turn to
glass letters from pages fall through cracks,
a planet perspiring doesn't recognise class.
Sphinx for hire is juggling fire-the hands of a
planet reach out of flames-sphinx's tears of gold
slip through fingers.
 
Last reflection of the sun caught in the dying eyes
of a polar bear reaches history's shivering mirror-
rising tides cannot extinguish a frozen sun, waters
will arrive at the threshold of startled eyes to impart
the cold dread of being nature's prey. Wearing the pelt
of a polar bear the moon hunts for sceptics painting
clouds blue to deny rain is real as believers kneel listening
to a voiceless earth.  
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Wow, here's a great example of a poem that can keep me rapt despite eluding my understanding! There's magic in the language somehow--a feeling of momentous things happening.

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Oh! Thanks for the interpretive glasses, Phil! Everything here looks clearer through them!

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Barry,  As usual your imagery is stunning.  But this one says so much about our world today.

On 11/30/2019 at 2:09 AM, eclipse said:
she whispers fake news
to the ocean about an ark being transported
on an angel's back.

And the whispers are heard and believed.  Clever.

And this confirmed the overall theme to me, global warming is the threat.  

On 11/30/2019 at 2:09 AM, eclipse said:
A deity's eyes turn to
glass letters from pages fall through cracks,
a planet perspiring doesn't recognise class.

Another interesting piece.

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I had similar thoughts as those expressed by Phil. I like how the poem is sonnetlike. The metaphors remain consistent till the end, but it's almost as if there's a a turn at the second stanza, a volta of clarity for the reader who has been lulled by the first stanza's music. Very nice work.

Tony

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