Poetic Referendum(s) On Life

Terrestrial Blue Mystery

Terrestrial Blue Mystery

At the epicenter, everything pain,
is a be-strung man singing a refrain.
whether he is free, he does not gloat.
We may nod, emboldened, feign to free float.

No nobler in the mind than you or me,
away from the wreckage none ever see,
on that highway flung apart carelessly
from spark sung song, come echoes endlessly.

Our fate-gripped wheel fool-held by two bound hands.
Mind’s scattered, verse to verse, to distant lands,
where we’ve been spun to the arms of mother
from twang-tongue it hung,  ‘you and me, brother’. 

Hills and valleys paved, strung miles of cable,
‘neath bedrock, o’er clouds, driven by fable,
gather grey-clung to the asymmetry —
blue terrestrial sounds of mystery.

‘Love better’, opined his drawl, if at all
tight to her apron, we steer from that call.


5.28.24

Was going to be a traditional sonnet after I got started. Now an extended iamb piece that I can call Sonnet XL

Idea: we don’t communicate well, but did when radio and music were influential. Since the advent of all things divisive from internet to rules of work/sports/engagement in judgmental gathering, comes voices that can’t agree (hold a hand up, too dumb or obstinate to gather info with labels, buzz words and made-up minds choosing either door A and B), and don’t step up like before, except for what’s obviously right/politically correct/rely on influencers to be ‘taught what’s right). We fail mother.

This is not an all-encompassing, generalized suggestion, but another wake up call to talk, keep your mind open, don’t be quick to judge, shame or participate in shunning, by hate or ignorance, without due diligence to know what you are so sudden to rapier. Could it be, you’re just tired of it? Now, back to endless hours of streaming, virtual life-support.

Thinking of a subject of a forum…yes, some people are more important than others, because they are enabled.. However, clean living will get you more money for that spare kidney…where there’s a market.