Dreaming in surround sound
Slow motion twirls
Hugging airy pedestals
Of temple ruins
Still standing on
Ground no more sacred
Than before it was built.
Gold altars designed by
Zen masters trained
In the east of the west
Flanked by blonde surfers
Finding spirituality in a barrel
No less meaningful than
Bald monks do
In prayerful silence.
Fat-cheeked newborns
Raising humbled parents
With love, wisdom, forgiveness
Through giggly burps
And milky slurps,
Astronomical growth spurts
And developmental quirks.
Evangelized natives
Generations later
Falling hook line and sinker
In their fervent worship
Pride in place of strife
In their chosen memory.
What is false
What is true
What remains
When the records have been
Chewed by starved silverfish
In lost archives?
Every detail
Seen or unseen
Preserved and perfected
Like the chase of
An ideal real
Only in the twinkle
Of the mind’s eye.
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This is for One Shot Wednesday.
Image by kevindooley
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Wow Belinda….
Very nicely written…Thanks
G
Belinda- I love the reflective quality that spills from the picture down the stanza of your poem ending in a twinkle
What is false
what is true
what remains …
plenty to ponder here
thanks for sharing with One Shot
Moon Smiles
I missed reading your words. Beautiful poem!
Great poem. Fascinating imagery at the outset and you carry your idea through to the very end.
fantastic work , loved the use of giggley burps in a poem…….well done
This is such a ‘complete’ poem to me!….it starts broadly, with no disparity from culture to culture and focuses down to a particular….babies raising humbled parents!
What a wonderful phrase, and so damn true!!
I love this poem~ It just sings with warmth and humanity. A lovely version to hold onto.
Great imagery made very human. Magnanimous. This is a wonderful poem!
Lady Nyo
I hear the echo of every generation believing they/we know more than the ones before us…and what IS true??? Beautifully woven words.
Very thought provoking, an “in between the lines” view at reality.
Love it!
Y
This is a tremendous piece of poetry. Nice one shot. Love and Light, Sender
I think everyone before me have said all the beautiful words about this poem, fantastic, amazing, tremendous … I absolutely agree, thanks for visiting my blog!
A great many truths have been lost in time’s passing, while in their stead have risen great multitudes of falsehoods. A very contemplative One Shot, Belinda!
Hola Chica,
Es muy bueno!
Glad you back Belinda. I always enjoy reading your poetry. I love this particular stanza: “Every detail
Seen or unseen
Preserved and perfected
Like the chase of
An ideal real
Only in the twinkle
Of the mind’s eye.”
Great to see you again!
I have to admit that this left we asking more questions than anything else… nuances upon nuances!
Belinda,
BRAVO! What a fantastic poem. My favorite stanza was this one:
Fat-cheeked newborns
Raising humbled parents
With love, wisdom, forgiveness
Through giggly burps
And milky slurps,
Astronomical growth spurts
And developmental quirks.
I absolutely loved the descriptions in this stanza and the truth that our children raise us as much as we raise them:~) I LOVED this:~)
Love it – Belinda , you are a word wizard
I love the stanza about babies, growth spurts too.
Love the last stanza – it’s excellent.