Nature’s Geisha@Deviant Art
I don’t know
The precise moment
When my wings
Were canceled
In the aura
Of a molten stalk
Like the elevated eye
Of a motionless crustacean
I remember only
The meticulous fragmentation
Of my scaffolding,
In other words
The heartless severance
Of my burgeoning faith.
My legs are useless
When unbuoyed by the salt
Of my transgressions
If only I were newly born
But the fetid womb still grips
Like a parcel of anthracite
Around my naked lenses
mindlovemisery 
I loved the cadence and imagery in the first half of this leading down to the ‘molten stalk,’ little scared by the ‘fetid womb’ though, It brings to mind clinging and unholy origins of partially human creatures out of a David Lynch film 🙂
Now I am thinking of Eraserhead that was a disturbing movie!
the fragmentation of our scaffolding…it can be pretty devastating when all is stripped away beneath you…and all you believe in is wiped away….
It really can thank you Brian
Dark and agonizing pain with a touch of hopelessness. Great imagery.
Thanks so much Kim
and
they
said
poisoning
the
earth
wouldn’t
harm
us
If we’re not more careful no telling what is going to happen to the earth
We may end up looking like the picture! Mutations, a little of this and a little of that.
We really might start mutating to adapt to all the chemicals and environmental changes
Oh, my word. This, in and of itself, is a poem:
“I don’t know
The precise moment
When my wings
Were canceled”
Just beautiful, all.
Thank you so much!