by Darryl Price
Forever Stars by Darryl Price
The time to be remade as authentic men and
women is finally come, deeply creeping up
our shores with its final blessing in hand. We've been
living here among the nameless reminders for
lost centuries and they have done their colorful
dances all around us in the hotel lobby
of the heavenly hosts. Sacrificial soldier
bees have kept their favorite lilies coming to
the happy surface for electrical shoulder
stimulation and visited every other
monastery on the planet. Ambassador
butterflies have landed and left the wind sprinkled
with a new jam of the same forever skies in
a velvet tribute to the sadly fallen. The
missing moons have spread their smiling out robes over
the world's sleepers like a glistening dreaming wave.
But now the tatters of our tears must tell as well
another tale. Something else must be done for those
who know us not. A new world is coming. We must
leave for sharing a guiding kind and strong music
once more for its mindful passage to the unknown
spaces ahead so that it always includes the
best things we remember as beautiful and good.
This is no time to worship ancient shells. Oceans are gone.
Don't think water. Think people. There are those who will
always drive the submarine to the coordinates
to halt the end of the world, but they won't stick
around to watch you blame each other. The time is
on its own as are we. There are fascists inside
every species. The garden should remain open
despite the dangerous flying insects. Its gates
should always spell friendship and hope. This is no time
for coded cries for help. We must gain the wall and
keep it in our hearts that what will always come is
what we have given to be made truthfully in
our selves. This is the unbreakable mystery. dp
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Being creative is fun. The trick is to make it fun for someone else. That doesn't mean it's not hard work or not a challenge. It's always a challenge. What I want my poem to do is to light up and spin around and make a beautiful noise. I do my best, but realize I can always do it better. I'm delighted when the poem works for someone else. And the cool thing is there's always a bit of mystery about what makes it come to life in the first place. I love that.
This poem first appeared at Metazen thanks to Marcus Speh.