Genesis

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Silence reverberated after the storm,
a quiet acquiescence,
particles of life itself
trickling down an open palm
through closed fingers of thought.

Murmurs of past ghosts brushed
Infant like, lost in the dark of
vacuum as if searching for
a symbiotic mother,
some reason unknown
for weary travel to cease.

In the fireweed below long dead
present tenses stirred
shifted by the audacity of the visitor,
an audience of one
empowered with vision or delusion,
Machiavellian ideals of justice

It quietened after lightening passed
the watcher blinked
non-plussed with the beauty
of the dawns gentle kiss.
Ignorant of unfurling petals
between her toes.

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9 responses to “Genesis

  1. Goodness! You have a way of putting words together in a way that causes the whole to pounce upon the unsuspecting reader, Shan *picks himself up from the floor* … pretty spectacular poem! πŸ™‚

  2. long dead
    present tenses stirred
    shifted by the audacity of the visitor…absolutely love that bit shan…this is a wonderful verse….ha and rather like that last stanza as well…

  3. the watcher blinked
    non-plussed with the beauty
    of the dawns gentle kiss.
    Ignorant of unfurling petals
    between her toes…esp. love that last part…and so sad about the ignorance of beauty..

  4. There is beauty and wonder beyond even our imagining… but you’ve done a pretty good job of capturing some of it in verse πŸ™‚

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