are everywhere present
the Light has overcome the darkness
new life springs forth from seeds and
fresh beginnings cover the land
bringing hope and optimism to all
so I am told
but why then does it seem as though things are forever
split apart unevenly --is there no equality? no justice?
and why do you always come in late when we sing harmony?
leaving me to spend countless hours . . .
falling and fumbling in this inner darkness
searching in vein, blogging and trying
to find words to describe
it
5 comments:
I love this, Reuben.
I don't know if it was on purpose, but I particularly like the line "searching in vein."
xo
Thanks Kristabel. It came to me like that in a vision.
Maybe I should italicize 'vein' or put it in quotes ... I don't know the correct way --but it needs something. I've changed the whole poem several times already since posting it.
Did you ever read Wm Burroughs? He'd have said "fumbling in the dark searching for a vein :o
I like it without anything - then it stays ambiguous and only we dark brooding artists get it. ;)
I just write it Kristabel, I don't necessarily 'get it' :)
But I think you may be right. And I think there's something to be said about not editing or correcting ones original impulse or (vision).
But what about footnotes? --those sounds that shoes make --I may need to have some footnotes to help explain my paper mache sculpture and make it more ambiguous for everyone.
Yes; I'm a firm believer in always going with an impulse.
How are the shoes? Do you have more pictures yet? hint hint nudge....
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