dr_con Posted January 3, 2020 Share Posted January 3, 2020 1.3.2020 Sense of Scale May the inability to sleep after the middle of the night go down in history as a premonition of some future Peace not an infestation of aging related thoughts about blood work weight strength ability to perform to-do to-be to-become; let all those self-fulfilling worries and anxieties simply Be the last sense a Mountain’s last pebble has before ceaseless Waves return it to endless Sand Emerging from morning’s practice heard through the techtonic-ear at the tip of the index finger the bullies-of-war and their school - yard lackeys have decided decided they have had enough of Practice and Play Have risen from vivisectionist Sandboxes (strewn to overflowing with the still wet bones of civilizations) deciding Their Practice has made them perfect Perfectly ready to end it all Meanwhile while shopping (to prevent any thought hypocrisy is not et-ernalised) to make better choices realize substituting ‘Humans’ for ‘Troops’ gives a horrifying Sense of Scale. Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted January 3, 2020 Author Share Posted January 3, 2020 Hey Folks last poem I'll post for the month - Back to doing a poem a day, but trying to respect the 3 a month limit here. May you all be safe and comfortable! The coming Storm piece was my first attempt at kinda drawing a line in the sand- Had a feeling things were about to get much much stranger and unfortunately they have. Juris Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted January 3, 2020 Share Posted January 3, 2020 1 hour ago, dr_con said: Back to doing a poem a day, but trying to respect the 3 a month limit here. Juris, it's not really three per month, it's three per week, and we're not too strict with it. In any case, I hope to get to this one over the weekend. 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...
A. Baez Posted January 5, 2020 Share Posted January 5, 2020 Most of your poems have this incredibly restless, agitated, obsessive-compulsive, thinking-gone-wild fretfulness about them! Visited by chillingly true thoughts such as Quote ...substituting ‘Humans’ for ‘Troops’ gives a horrifying Sense of Scale. it's no wonder. Quote let all those self-fulfilling worries and anxieties simply Be the last sense a Mountain’s last pebble has before ceaseless Waves return it to endless Sand How wonderfully expressed! Ah, I would love to spend more time in those Waves, that Sand! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dcmarti1 Posted January 5, 2020 Share Posted January 5, 2020 Agree with Baez, those last lines are disturbingly chilling. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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