OPINION

Poetry: off pedestal

October 09, 2010
temporal
 Painting Moon Illusion - Moon Optical Illusion
selectively, blindly
the iqra followers
neither read, hear nor see
words writ large
on clouds, in shadows cast
regurgitating
like meadow cows
from a less polluted time
heart-beats on papyrus
soothing, straight
from the heart-mind
braving and surviving 
shamal and chubasco
embers of discontent and  
empathy laced love
nerve twitching wisdom
whirl with the silent beat
resonating with silence
rustling over rolling dunes
word worshipers seek more
a pursuit with no end

what do whirling dervishes know?
but they know, they know!
for merrily they go round 
…………………………...and round
…………………………...swirling to
word-music reverberating
in their halo
succumbing to the magic
…………………………..of word-ecstasy
[overheard at the next table
friends? what friends?
can you share a grave
with a friend?

………………… a thought

love them, loved them
ensconce them, ensconced them
value them, valued them
worship them, worshiped them!]
amidst all this worshipping
words crumble off the pedestal
and end like tsunami whipped bodies
love people who are in awe of words. words are the sole arbiter and the final survivor. desicritic editor, slave and slave-driver.
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