2022-07-09 #writing/poetry #poem-a-day#draft
wonder wonder (n.): equal parts terror and joy.
1/ wonder. fireflies lighting the sky. trees singed by sunset. wildfires & the death of stars
to go up to a stranger is terrifying & alluring the fear of human rejection. the draw of some divine acceptance. the possibility of strangeness in this mystical, limitless world. A kind stranger, they invite you in. we’ve been afraid of the dark. sealed crazy away. kept reality in a 4x4 regulatory-approved box. we knew how to fly but clipped our wings for fear of falling. we knew how to weave magic but swallowed our spells for fear of imagination we know how to make a new world if we only embody the courage to remember how.
lilting shadows & stuttered light. cozy strangers sharing secrets with the moon. a doomsday bell sounds midnight & the world moves on filled with terror & joy. All I feel on this cool summer night is wonder.
2/ I caught my breath in my chest. my heartbeat got stuck in a ravine i can’t feel my toes because the blood is rushing to my head. I can’t believe I caught a firefly I got rejected I lost a friend I shared that secret I asked for forgiveness. I lost love I lost myself in love I got lost in the dirt pathways with someone I love the full moon a steady lantern winking between the long willow branches. My breath coating my heart- beat lingering in the floating silence between our soft footfalls, rubber on damp dirt, strong threads like Teflon crisscrossing, a crotchet of hidden life bursting beneath the world’s eyelid. A rhino beetle braving the bike lane. A secret whispered into palm- tree gazing with flickering eyes at the hands moving in rhythm with the fireflies’ tune, the stars’ melody, the bass of my soul.
3/ %% derived from beautiful simulation %% tendrils of Cloud snake across, wise strands flushed with color. an infinity mirror stares back, at animated Faces marked
by laughter rings and tear deposits nestled among stubborn Steel made cozy. the Magician braids her charged acrylics into glances exchanged among passerby. an intergenerational story made one thread at a time. a Question beckons “is this for real?” can it—this—us—be so good? if not, we’ve created beauty out of digits and null space, with threads of emptiness weaved a tapestry of magic,
from indifferent blank pages conjured forth walls layered in graffiti
a World willed into existence, one to wonder, question, believe.
visceral sensations manifest language harmonizing with movement.
a Dance of body mind and soul a choir harkening majesty.
if this life is a mirage and the world a facade,
then don’t stop; let the Energy flow on,
electrifying my pixels, liberating my bits,
overloading my memory with the infinite, the unbelievable, all the Imaginary beauty.
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