There’s a thronein this morning’s cloudsfrom which I imagineAthena observesskirmishes with no purposeolive trees rot roots upwar with no end
She knowsthere’s no slowing this marchno wings can lift usabove inevitable despairThe mind of God is blankand no blue remainseven above the clouds
I love your ending, Marian. Especially the lines, "no blue remains above the clouds," so clever a thought, so final and earth changing.
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The closing sounds so true, it must be a riddle why we seek hell on earth..
ReplyDeleteYou offer a compelling perspective of earthly crises from this perch halfway to heaven.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written, but quite despairing - with good reason, I fear.
ReplyDeleteWisdom shakes her head--the clouds are blank, and the thunder that comes is not from the gods. Yesterday's lesson fades and we seem enslaved to our own worst instincts. This has a dark beauty, but it is very dark indeed, yet maybe not dark enough for what is coming.
ReplyDeleteThere can't be a hopelessness deeper and darker than the one that covers the world when even the divine has no idea what to do. This reads like the sigh that leaves the chest when the soul knows that everything is already lost...
ReplyDeleteThis is the way I feel too.........thousands of years of warring and we havent learned a thing yet. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteI am more hopeful than most I guess in that I am worried for the planet but I feel we have avoided world war for nearly sixty years-- as a child I thought we would have twenty at most. That said, your poem is very powerful with compelling imagery. Thanks. K.
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It appears only despair seems to be tormenting hard!
Hank
Wowzers.....I really like your choice to narrate this from the viewpoint of Athena. The distance/perspective was fresh to me and I love how you build to those last few lines. Well done and viva la!
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