the fallen rise
from their assigned mortuaries
brown shrivels bulging to green health
welded again to life support cables
they hum gratitudes on the wind
a sacred music nudging me
to match unnatural ascent
and reach for a magic hand
all invention possible
in a mind film rewind
in my submerge i hear them entice
‘break the watery hold
slide the liquid highway to the sunlit bank’
and know their urging is my single choice
once more to battle the current of the Styx
i conceive its murk flow crystal Rubicon
The notion of resurrection precedes all major religions but your focus is more on the power of the imagination to transcend reality and on the indomitable spirit of man.
You achieve much in a few lines and the final two are to put it simply out of this world. Bravo!
Thank you, Harry, for your fine comment.
I feel this as taking guidance from nature – recognizing the ever-present inclination toward life/living and understanding, finally, that separation and death are our ultimate illusions.
Thank you, Gina, for your insight, always astute and wise.
Your thoughts are simply exquisite…
Zara, you are kind and very generous. Thank you.
My best to you
john
Without doubt the most complex emotion and philosophy for mortals to get their arms around. Your perspective embraces many in a few beautifully conceived poetic lines. Bravo John.
Jon Michael
Jon, My Friend,
Your comments are always first rate, thoughtful and deep.
Thank you for the staunch support.