PURPOSE IN PARADOX

Posted: October 28, 2011 in Uncategorized
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PURPOSE IN PARADOX

 

River a quiet of meandering thought

under-tow of insufferable longing

lost in currents of liquid despair

looking for ravines to call home

a corset of ribbon that shall

never be tied

the lick of a deer on the surface

 

the howl of a lone wolf inside.

 

Solstice a weather of change

milk the winter for its ghosts

tattoo words upon the air

discover eternal youth

in the stroke of baby’s hair.

 

Humanity a bundle

of ripe Orange-peel regret

the kind that grows

under artificial light

across war-torn fields

rising through toxic fog

to meet a cloned Sun.

 

All dance is beautiful,

you know?

 

Even the Death March

has its purpose.

 

~ ~

© Copyright 2011 ♥Susan Joyner-Stumpf

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