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.
mmm...intriguing piece...love the opening as to me tolerence is not love...nice progression through the characters as well...
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ReplyDeleteBrian'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!
'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.
ReplyDeleteAmazing!
Love your opening lines.
ReplyDeleteVivid imagery.
Nicely done!
Thanks also for spending time at my blog. I appreciate it.
Ignorance and ego does interfere with the divine in us if we let it. Wonderful poem...
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