by Scott Utley
I use fibers from forget me knots to suture wounds inflicted unto the belly of my
heart by my taskmaster - the ill-willed other side of me. I dont want to lose my
mind like my mother and father from Alzheimers before Ive made peace with the
dark side of my moon.
I have come to understand that all that is, was, even before the beginning, or ever
before there was an ending or beginning (I see now there never was) that which
is divine created Satan, some call it evil. Others say, teacher, gift from God. I
now believe and trust and honor in my fullest faith in divine minds generosity.
I embrace all that is me you us and this big bang never banged we simply
inhale and exhale through the universe and galaxies all through the night we
never stop we perpetually blossom and all through the night there is a
joyous sound we meet again and again and over and over so sweet how very sweet
until that time when we meet again.
Author's Note: April 25 Friay 9:13 PM
The winds have lashed out with a force I have rarely seen
my entire life. I feel spirits colliding and worlds
uniting. Something is different about this night.
Something is new and nothing will ever be the same. -
"Oh, happy day! Oh, happy day!"
Posted on 04/26/2008
Copyright © 2019 Scott Utley
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/26/08 at 04:25 AM|
The world of potential opens up pretty wide on a night like that. It's amazing how you can get hooked on them. Great work, man.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/26/08 at 02:43 PM|
I particularly like the first stanza - the "fibers from forget-me-nots" as "sutures" - a most creative visual. Your author's note gives the amazing background for this realization.
|Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 04/29/08 at 07:50 AM|
Heady and visceral writing, Scott. I hope that wind blows my way soon.
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/30/08 at 01:28 AM|
You really reacted dynamically to the wind in this "rush of mental energy"! Some very thought provoking ideas, quite striking images.