So this was Earth
Handfuls of light
Europe on reverb
Beaches covered with
Ancient jars like
Star-shells fragrant
With some golden empire
From which they came
I saw young bodies
Throbbing breasts
Heart-beats of infinity
Shells rose-pink
A blur of traffic
So this was Evolution
In the minds of
Organics where
Drifted thoughts
Of arms spread open
For the coupling of desire
These youth who
Would one day pair off
And the sky’s veins
Would not recall
Who was with who
Or how children came
Each has no handles
The waves touch
The pebbles each time
They curl on to the shore
Like time, formed by clay
They gather tools to
Change themselves
Civilized barbarians
Becoming barbaric once again
So this was Earth
I’d heard the stories
Souls that could not
Be unmade, they learned
And grew somehow
In a software of
Reincarnation, I knew
Their minds emptied
Death was beautiful
A simple reset and
And the slaughter of
Selfishness, what a sight
Wheat doesn’t take long
To ripen, sex doesn’t
Take long to become
But a whisper in a life
Desires melt away
Attachments drift
Hopes once so vital
Seemed secondary
Each dream separately
Lulled, like the birds
Who cry at morning
Going quiet, at the coming
Of the Sun, it was
Just natural, and perfect.
this is classical art with deep melody of piano, your art presents a powerful message!
yes I tried to capture the spirit of Europe, a hard thing to do…
My Friend I can assist you – You have a creative elegant composition – here is my email: kmihran@Hotmail.com
Miran
I really liked the flow of this poem, it has a depth and attitude without being pretentious about it, as well as the style of the writing. It all fits quite well. Excellent read. Smiles…>KB
Thanks KAB
You’re on fire, Wuji! 😀
yes a quiet fire burns in my soul 😛