Festivals

[incantation]

Do the seasons dance for the birth of time.
Virgin moon and dream, the first wind to blow
Do the last dreams of dead planets reflame
In minds of those who first drew tomorrow.
Festivals light filled tears fall on to eyes
Of time, Diwali anniversary.
A church figure is ready to baptise,
Does nature rise to meet eternity
To count it's tears and measure them against
Mountains, grains of sand, light from dying stars
In very first tears of a child  present
Is eternity's mirror that explores
The promise of miracles, satellite.
Wounds appear in the eyes of time and night.

[Terry A]

Yes, technology takes away as much as it gives, an irony trans-humanists appear unwilling to learn. 'Does nature rise to meet eternity' -yes, or else it breaks itself against systems loss of healthy ecology.

Bringing in 'satellite' shocks the reader away from the reverie created in the poem to this realization. So well done. 

[incantation]

Thanks...

[Tinker]

On 6/3/2024 at 2:27 AM, incantation said:

Do the last dreams of dead planets reflame
In minds of those who first drew tomorrow.

Barry, Great question, (being picky, shouldn't it end with a ?}  As usual, unique imagery and packed content.  Enjoyed.

~~Judi