Solitude Surrounded
Speaking
Of the white ace
Of spades in the universe surrounded,
using words like mystic and visionary
to confound each other,
we go our way de-verbalizing verse.
But there is a human need of singing,
of praise to prove us grateful for our being
beyond what the cathode and the radio say,
everyone tells us we’re not meant for that.
Different temperaments for all, humanly speaking,
till no one is left in the world but ourselves singing
the Great Solitude, surrounded by the air our gravities attract,
not thoughts like our own but their opposites,
solitude surrounded, compassed by pets,
homes, wives, children, oceans, walls,
When a monastery would have suited best
And
We
Live
Long
Lives.
~~
AE Reiff
[All rights reserved by the author - Used with permission]
No comments:
Post a Comment