DECONSTRUCTING PEACE
by
Jamie Dedes (The Poet by Day, the journey in poem)
the tawny moon is good fortune’s evening grace
it draps itself on the dwindling day’s calm
while mystic mountains rise pristine and high
above an earthy base, the wizard Merlin’s realm,
with memories of a green and primal past …
…….of rootedness
…………..essential things
the air is a sweet-and-salty caramel
and Peace!
a lively Peace …
visits on the briny spray and
delights at the meeting of land and sea
at rhythms of the ocean against the shore
the waves drift in and out, fling and toss
stop, start, begin again and then again
lilting, the dew drop of a mother’s kiss
it’s the mother’s kiss …
but moonlight wanes at the liminal hour
and Peace!
capricious Peace …
sees the moon incised with holographs
from the wind-whipped edges of the Earth
read the tales of valour and cowardice
…….the blight of war
…………..the naked lives
sundering tragedies under the heel of armies
citizen’s fleeing the lacerations of their plight
frozen in the crashing horror of their fright
in this amethyst veiled night . . .
the sense of peace deconstructed
on the rise of dawn, its shredding light
© 2013, poem, All rights reserved
Photo credit ~ Phil Downs, Public Domain Pictures.net
JAMIE DEDES ~ My worldly tags are poet and writer. For the past five years on medical retirement due to a chronic, potentially life-threatening illness, I’ve blogged at The Poet by Day, formerly titled Musing by Moonlight. The gift of illness is more time for poetry. Through the gift of poetry (mine and that of others), I enter sacred space.
Very powerful and welcome reminder.
Rob
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Beautiful, Jamie.
The sense of peace deconstructed on the rise of down.
I understand that. Very well found words.
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