When Diamonds Are Forever (redux redux)

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Open Poetry #51

When Diamonds Are Forever (redux redux)

icebox
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since 2003-05-03

Posts 4383
in the shadows

0 posted 2021-02-14 04:26 PM

When Diamonds Are Forever (redux redux)

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

when I was young
I used to think I mattered in the world,
and would look for omens,
memory's out take portents,
any day's predictors
scattered at each dawn,
like reading tea leaves for tomorrow
or puzzling over entrails
drawn from days gone by,
perhaps a day I sacrificed in bold
to scry upon its bones
to cast the sky,
or at least to grasp its fetal edge
and lie yet to enfold 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 depletes itself,
the way I disseminated wealth
in my own private class war
never realizing
there would come a time
when I would have not
more than all I had consumed.

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,
like lies for the reluctant,
sweets be always handy
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
blown away in wind's song
gone 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 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, 2018, 2019, 2020,2021 by icebox

augustsky
Senior Member
Posts 828
midwest US

1 posted 2021-02-21 03:19 PM

Wow, there is so much to take in here...
You are a master at re-thinking this
whole situation.

Sky~

~Do You Know That Feeling
Of Just Wanting To Get Lost
In a Starry night~..

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