posted 10 years ago
Art has many forms, including poetry. Here's a poem I wrote and recently edited.
The Children’s Desperation: an Ode to Jim Morrison
Lost is the stranger’s hand
needed to lift them from the sucking mire.
They reach and grasp only darkness
in the desperate land with no guide
to lead the children out from their madness.
All the crystal ships have sailed
away and foundered, their bilges’ cargo
displaced with the icy waters of loss
leaving behind the promise,
the elaborate plans,
and the children stand within empty
gold mines that echo
of carnality and extraction.
Coming is the Roman forfeiture,
their place in time surrendered
because the lusts they embraced failed
to make them limitless and free.
Their days now wildernesses of pain,
and the children truly are insane.
The gentle wisps that gave contrast
to the blue above hinted
at the hopeful summer rain.
But they lied, these clouds that promised
the needed cleansing downpour
that never came. And now the
children are left standing bewildered,
reeking of sweat and musk frothed
from their revelry and debauched play.
Some children will return indoors easily
forgetting why they danced
under the golden sun bright in energy.
Other children will yet wander in search
of morsels to taste and sate themselves
also forgetting why they danced.
Still others now plod on with powdery dust
puffing at each footfall, having marched
into pragmatism and the gnawing
thought of their dichotomy.
Those children whose voice sang loudest,
their passion flowing from the font of their breast,
are yet left standing in sorrow
with dusty palms uplifted, scanning the horizon.
These for whom the sky seemed to turn
and the daffodil seemed to sprout and blossom.
These are the desperate ones
who still fail to believe the diseased condition
of the creation they worship,
the utterly fallen and depraved bedrock
they found themselves upon.