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Under a Wesak Moon


Under a Wesak Moon


...here we plug along. Sense is a human
construct.
Silent knowledge that can’t
be quantified, measured. It is more subjective,
contextual, subtle
ethereal.
Yet vital.
Such instinct, lore, ought
not be lost, drowned in prideful ownership,
nor discounted for quick profit on the popular market.

Traveling through water.
Unraveling.
Rebelling.
Revel in loud telling
fancy tales for a shilling.
Skillfully fade; still outside of jail.
Intimate with rambling river --
advised never expect a binding code.
Love ‘em or hate ‘em
we club ‘em and mate
‘cause it’s all we know.
Tomorrow is only a threat.
Tonite is the moment we met.
To live by chance of regret could do us wrong.
Listen to me. I’m a song.

Why invoke Love, so imprecise an instrument,
when desire craves divine-like acceptance,
adoration of sparks within us,
all that can inflame
madness, empathy, a symphony, a cure for anything.
Love can become rational answer if the world of we
define it as sanity.
Health, enlightened cooperation, love’s inspiration
to keep us all at the top of our form.
Love fresco of swooping angels,
vowed to fly us to our highest goal.
Bliss,
aspiration enriched.
Taste bittersweet long accumulated heritage.
That metallic tang of blood, carbon bonds descended
through rock, dust,
skeletons deconstructed to reclaim from waste.
Black swans, dragons, screeching birds surge through flame,
ever re-emerging,
carry potential energy into archaic deserts.
Sleep well in comfort of serene will.
Tomorrow
we learn to bloom.


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 Under a Wesak Moon


...here we plug along. Sense implies human
construct.
Silent knowledge too intangible to
be quantified, measured. It is more subjective,
contextual, subtle
ethereal.
Yet vital.
Such instinct, lore, ought
not be lost, drowned in prideful possession,
nor discounted for quick profit on the popular market.

Traveling through water.
Unraveling.
Rebelling.
Revel in wry telling
gaudy tales for a shilling.
Skillfully fade; still outside of jail.
Intimate with rambling river --
admonished: never expect a binding code.
Love ‘em or hate ‘em,
we club ‘em and mate
‘cause it’s all we know.
Tomorrow is only a threat.
Tonite is the moment we met.
To live by chance of regret could do us wrong.
Listen to me. I’m a song.

Why invoke Love, so imprecise an instrument,
when desire craves divine-like acceptance,
adoration of sparks within us,
all that can inflame.
Madness, empathy, a symphony, a cure for any dis-ease.
Love can become cherished remedy, if the world of we
define it as sanity.
Health, enlightened cooperation, happy inspiration
to keep us all at the top of our form.
Love suffused, fresco of swooping angels,
pledged to fly us to our highest goal.
Bliss,
aspiration enriched.
Taste bittersweet stew, accrued heritage.
That metallic tang of blood, carbon bonds descended
through rock, dust,
skeletons deconstructed, salvage from waste.
Black swans, dragons, screeching birds surge through flame,
ever re-emerge,
ferry potential energy into collective deserts.
Sleep well in comfort of serene will.
Tomorrow
we learn to bloom.

Last edited by libramoon, Mar/1/2015, 5:24 pm
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Re: Under a Wesak Moon


Libra,

Love the title, Under a Wesack Moon. Nice analysis of “sense” that can’t be quantified. Traveling through water seems to speak of the subconscious. Tomorrow and this moment seems to echo some of T.S. Eliot’s poems. I could go on about that. But there is something of the Romantic poetry in your poem, though the vocabulary is much more “modern.” The Romantics wrote a lot about love, as I’m sure you know.

I tripped up a bit in the last stanza. The sentence, or phrase -- “Love can become rational answer if the world of we define it as sanity” is a little vague. Maybe “world of” is where the problem is.

In any case a good, solid write. It really is a thinking person’s poem; and it does deal with sensibility. Thanks for posting.
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thank you, zak
good to see you again

L.
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thanks for bringing me back to this for reconsideration
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Can't explain how I missed this. This is certainly your way, how you proceed, and how you require your reader to get you. Fascinating to me how you juxtapose the sensual with the conceptual.

Tere
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