Last Light
from the ground
the ceiling looks so much wider
from the ground
its cracks seem much finer
all the rooms have surrendered
the paint peels -
minute flags, off-white surrender;
the paint peels -
eggshells of heavy-footed plunder...
yet I remain
revelation fall free
on this soul that has been bound
revelation fall free,
release this pretender from the ground
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Comments7
Deeply philosophical, psychological, perceptual where perspective takes center stage. Distance gives a different perspective horizons broaden, details diminish. There is a clever on white and surrender. One must ask why paint peels, age, viscosity, lack of bonding agents. Like egg shells that peel it is also white mentioned twice it is of importance. What follows heavy footed plunder. What is to be taken. If all then only you remain and so it follows. Revelations fall free. And indeed they do ask any sanyasi. By casting off all earthly weight and ballast the balloon raises and so does consciousness, awareness as the perspective changes. How's that for a grasping at straws conclusion my friend? A fave
Sannyasi is a great spiritual thread to trace. Thanks Soren 🙏🏻🕊️
Most welcome my friend
A deep and delightful write my friend
Most grateful to you my friend 🙏🏻🕊️
most welcome
Everything else has given up, the rooms, the paint, but you haven't. Lying on the floor and looking up changes everything. That ending is powerful. Nicely written!
Yes, that is the way of things, isn't it? Thank you so much dear friend 🙏🏻🕊️
Hello, arqios,
Feigning death the lone survivor from the fallout appears like a cockroach, a cockroach perhaps, who knows the ways of insects.One could construe many meanings from this poem whilst applauding the poem itself. Excellent!
Wishing you much happiness,
Tony.
Time for a spot of painting / redecorating there?! lol.
Or a reno or a complete tear down rebuil, even! 🏠
That plea feels familiar, my dear friend. I’ve had days when I couldn’t explain what I needed...just knew I couldn’t keep going the same way. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Some sort of instinct, yes! Underlying intuition, even 👍🏻🙌🏻🕊️
Seeing things from a different perspective certainly changes things.
Good Write.
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