Word Power

Farmer: “You can have my gun…when you pry it from my cold, dead fingers.”
Creepy Alien: “Your proposal is acceptable.”~Men In Black

Last night under the half moon’s gaze
swallows swooped into the portal

of setting sun. Study abandoned,
drawn into that calm lake

mirrored trees and pastel clouds.
I should have pitched

a tent in this wildness,
slept under the guidance

of stars. Inside, under square
and unforgiving lines, rigid

corners halting the circling
air, I despaired. Why am I here

on this precise planet, witnessing
these particular atrocities?

A friend gave up last month,
in a minute on a day in a week

of pain and sorrow. Far away,
blasting the closed-off sham

consciousness of
individuality. And the tear

in the fabric her being held
is memorialized by an outpouring—-

does she feel it now? Is the myth
of separation finally pierced

like a veil or fog by light?
I woke firm in my decision

not to post a poem, not today.
Convinced my voice just adds

to the noise preventing our
communion. Still here now

I go with the flow
by this lovely lake, my words

carrying me to you
and yours to me

our mutual celebration
this daily game we play.

Inspired by: Tear, Memorialize, Creepy and Sham.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

5 thoughts on “Word Power”

  1. I’m glad you did post your poem. It’s sad when people choose not to persevere in this challenging world. Leaving doesn’t solve much in the place left behind. Looking to nature does inspire hope, though.

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