eclipse Posted November 30, 2019 Share Posted November 30, 2019 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. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
A. Baez Posted December 2, 2019 Share Posted December 2, 2019 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. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badger11 Posted December 3, 2019 Share Posted December 3, 2019 For me it resonated to climate change issues. As usual, the imaginative use of language was stunning. best Phil Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
A. Baez Posted December 3, 2019 Share Posted December 3, 2019 Oh! Thanks for the interpretive glasses, Phil! Everything here looks clearer through them! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted December 3, 2019 Share Posted December 3, 2019 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. ~~Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted December 3, 2019 Share Posted December 3, 2019 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 Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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