When Diamonds Are Forever (redux 3)

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Open Poetry #50

When Diamonds Are Forever (redux 3)

icebox
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since 2003-05-03

Posts 4383
in the shadows

0 posted 2018-02-13 08:21 PM

The sky is pink this dawn,
a fitting start I think
too realized,
the very air we breathe
will batter it to blue
in just a few degrees,
maybe this color is diluted
from startled threads of ache
still flashing red
reflected
from deep inside my brain,
as if raw color by itself
is trying to explode my head;

when I was young
I used to think I mattered in the world,
and would look for portents,
omens,
any day's predictors
scattered at each dawn
like reading tea leaves for tomorrow
or puzzling over entrails
drawn out from a day gone by,
a day I may have sacrificed
to stand upon its bones
to reach the sky,
or at least to grasp the fetal edge
of yet another day.

No more do I share prophecies,
except as party tricks
and as guidance for fools
who think it helps if they die rich;
I squandered energy
the way the sun consumes itself,
the way I redistributed wealth
in my own private sort of class war
never realizing
there would come a time
when I would have not
more than all I have.

Today is Valentine's Day.
Saint Valentine's festival of foolishness,
Valentine the pagan,
Valentine the pederast,
Valentine the twisted monk,
tortured in his cell
for drawing obscene imagery in sacred texts,
now abstract and known so well,
yet back then almost had him burned alive,
today we cast it into candy
as we strive to weave seduction
into one of pride's little acquisitions,
little murders of the soul;

Valentine,
I am so glad your stylized heart
doesn't look like mine;
I've seen the images in stone
carved by hands long turned to dust
before you were compelled
by holy orders to adjust the meaning
of your scratches and atone
for your own petty soft abominations.

You must have lived more than once,
and needed time beyond one life,
to resolve agonies of harrowed soul
that plagued your thoughts
and left us with this very strange holiday
of sorts and torts and fantasies that supports candy stores and jewelers,
and caves where Hallmark cards
are sold like dispensations
to hopeful masses wishing for redemption,
for living
in a world where skies can turn to blue.

©2008, 2010, 2011, 2014, 2015, 2017 by icebox

Bluesy Socrateaser
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since 2002-11-07

Posts 2417
In The Mirror

1 posted 2018-02-14 12:03 PM

It pays to keep an 'X' on a calendar. It never fails to mark the spot.

...just bein' Bluesy

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