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Resurrection (Never Came)
by J. P. DaviesA burden with wings
flits around ears turned shut.
Buzzing beyond borders,
it aggravates and agitates.
Sent spiraling,
flickering eyes fly open.
Singular overt opportune rhythms
of fluctuating fluttering
witness a tragic triumph.
Imaginary paper wings
turn to dust from my flames.
I can't stand color so glaring
that it burns ever black
towards the light.
As one frail perfect being
shrinks to ashen remains,
the light gutters and fails.
Attempts to light mass shade,
cause incandescent incinerations.
Lacking fuel burns,
failing rapidly at resurrection. 06/25/2004 Author's Note: Fairly abstract...don't know if anyone will get it.
Posted on 06/26/2004
Copyright © 2025 J. P. Davies
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 06/26/04 at 06:21 AM I don't know what to say. It is quite abstract... To me, it seems to be hinting at human in general, socially. Status and pecking order and such. But the effect is the same as that of a person looking at an abstract painting. Everyone will find something different in it. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 06/26/04 at 06:23 AM It is abstract, but after several readsI might have some understanding, although I'm not sure. Is there any way to make it more specific and stil keep the abstract quality? |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/26/04 at 03:23 PM I would say ditto on the first comment J.P. After reading over four times, I'd say there are two separate poems here, the first one ending after the third stanza, and could be titled Butterfly Effect. The second two stanzas maintaining the original title of Resurrection. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 06/27/04 at 04:06 AM Well, I see some sort of conscious effort, faling in the wake of the external, that is. I also see the paradoxical realities, as it appears, causing dilemma, situations causing conflict. |
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