Hold your breath, you mortals
dressed in borrowed skin; this flesh
is none the wiser for all
its pomp and frenzy, nor more
permanent for all its sheer
transparency. Tread lightly
on this hallowed sphere, ingest
into gossamer lungs this
gossamer oxygen (pale
ribbons, bare hints of spectral
wares weaving life to living)
which seeks to wrap the broken
things with something less broken.
Dare you raise your head into
heaven? Walk in sandaled feet
where bushes quiver with flame?
Romanced, death may yet conquer
all – unless we marry Love
to Chaos, Grace to Weakness;
in that thread of hope-light, flesh
may yet walk in dignity,
skin wrap bare bones in pupal
cases which crackle with life.
Wow, wow, wow–the phrases here!
Strong emotion involved – this piece is very different than my usual, I ‘felt’ it very deeply. I’m glad it came across well. Thank you…
I agree with bennetta – Wow, wow, wow!
Thanks Pam! I was writing under a strong emotional impulse – that seems to be the trick, somehow…
I love this!!
friend ~ a living breathing doctrine !
🙂 Thanks Deb!
WOW is right … powerful …. actually had to read it twice 🙂 Beautiful, Melody!
This one is especially powerful.
Thanks Symanntha! How is your fall going so far?
Good so far!