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| Bond of Union, 1956, by M. C. Escher |
and my skin burns
in that breeze we both slowly disintegrate
the splendor of the gathering palls
I re-collect the scattered sounds
and put them in my wallet
you are bent double
your pain does rattle in a staccato
in the contemporary world
it is so plain that no one is able
to understands the import
of being a secular
I and you entwined brokenly
in the debris of religious bigotry
16 comments:
I think you are right.. the pressure on everyone to have a religion.. secular is the only way of true tolerance i think
i love the idea of collecting sounds and putting them in a wallet...lovely!
Those closing lines have great import.
i agree those closing lines say it all, you used nice images.
Wonderful. poem of. deep significance
A welcome comment on religious bigotry.
A great ending to the poem. Well used imagery.
Extremes and lone ideals are always lacking. We gain so much when we are willing to look, to learn, to change and grow.
Spirituality means little if we don't know the world. And the latter can feel empty if we fail to see that there is more inside us than that most might think is there.
Lovely words and thoughts.
Greed and religion are great burdens for mankind, one emanating from a primal need and the other from a primal fear. Or perhaps they are both the same?
An unexpected and interesting take on the prompt
Two loving souls already close despite any religious tabu.
Soul searching indeed!
Lovely lines you got there. A unique and thought-provoking perspective!
Seems they have been cremated and are now drifting gently down the secular Ganges of spirit ...
The image is complex and the idea is as well.
man, as the founder of religion to meet his own needs, can be nothing less than slanted to his cause.
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