maybe the world did end
one in which guns make Angels.
Perhaps the huge asteroid no one saw
smacked into this remarkable blue gem
and set it to boil and burn
did these alternative realities occur-
within each moment is every possibility,
a dimension like chance, and we
have perished, or live in last agonies
fed to rodents and roaches; or
feeding upon each other
the animal self emerged from
civility, naked turtles
or perhaps a prayer found
the possibility of Grace
and the asteroid floated by
the agonies mere dread
and the children who became Angels
saw us change, from refugees of fear
into creatures of love...for even
such a great sea of change-- begins with a single drop;
a tear fallen into emptiness
2 comments:
Such a coherent, well-structured poem, with the movement intensifying as the stanzas progress... In the first two we are seen as feeding upon each other, living in the world where guns make Angels (brilliant and succinct metaphor, powerful and explicit), and the last is the culmination bringing hope of Grace, the possibility for us to change and become 'creatures of love'
such wonderful words, Howard, and wise, too:
a sea of change begins with a single drop... captivating and lingering in mind...
Most of your phrases are genuine masterpieces and can be viewed on their own as aphorisms...
If you were to publish a collection of your socially and emotionally charged poetry, one of the best titles could be this amazing phrase, which encompasses the essense of your poetic message dispersed in many poems:
'from refugees of fear
into creatures of love'
Hope for change, put our words and best thoughts behind it-- let not the chance go by to do some good in the world...so little we can do yet if many more did it, what a difference it would make...thank you Maryna- H
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