Friday, July 1, 2011

Periphery


The spineless backbone
Of ignorance and tolerance
Lies waiting in concentric circles.
Empty air tickles an empty ear.
The meddlesome mind lost
Rustling within other's egos.
A yolk distant from the edge.
The sacred heart remains bound

With a slight tear in her eye
A passenger in a propeller
Flounces about
In paralleled frustration
Spinning a whirlwind
Of adhesives and scars.

The third wheel
Wondering when to reclaim
What was rightfully disposed
Remains on the sidelines.


5 comments:

  1. mmm...intriguing piece...love the opening as to me tolerence is not love...nice progression through the characters as well...

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  2. Hi Lorely
    Brian's comment reflects my thoughts on your poem.
    You are a great writer!

    Thanks for the kind words on my last post!
    Very much appreciated!

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  3. 'Empty air tickles an empty ear', your words are such a delight to senses. Everything is blended and layered so well, that we can't stop ourselves landing in your world of imagination and deep beauty of thoughts.
    Amazing!

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  4. Love your opening lines.
    Vivid imagery.

    Nicely done!

    Thanks also for spending time at my blog. I appreciate it.

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  5. Ignorance and ego does interfere with the divine in us if we let it. Wonderful poem...

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