Unsure of these. Except for the first, which I can't explain, exactly, but which seems "right" somehow.




Metaphysical

1

Silence:

stones piled

in a rural clearing
atop which sits
a single votive candle.

2

Mercy is a hug
after a wearying day.

Judgment is a cyber-rant,

frenetic fingers
pounding the keyboard.

Love releases
with a brief kiss,
the hand of the beloved
like Blake's
fugitive butterfly.

Possession clutches,
shouts this is mine
and brings the small
life in its hand
to an airless halt.

Hope breathes.
And brings back
breath, life, love,
to the bitter, brittle
unliving among us.

3

Let us be satellites
of the everlasting Sun.





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Written on 2020-02-14 at 13:37

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
have you been reading blake? there are echoes of him throughout (even without the reference it's there) ~~~
2020-02-15