May 29, 2013

another day with rain...

photo by Edward Rinaldi ©

snow globe people

we chose
the easy paths
sure footed
slow marched
parades

the fields and streams
outside the city limits
knew of wanting
we only mimicked
their shapes

we drew languages
in the sand
and wet clay
hoping the Sun
and ritual clocks
would fire-hardened
our shells
so that maybe
someday
on a shelf
somewhere
collecting dust
someone
would pick us up
and shake us
to the core
storming every lattice
of our water fed life
into words we knew
for more


EJR ©

2 comments:

  1. Excellent - you always fill me with so many thoughts I become stuck for words.

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  2. ...hoping to reap
    the combed words
    we created
    in delusion
    of power
    as if we had
    an access
    to divine will
    to divide
    and conquer,
    like sower
    to throw
    the seeds
    as deeds
    in the ground...

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