The Reading. Poem by Marshall E Gass

The Reading.



Forever. Come with an insight
burrowing deep beneath the psyche
stable and strong with rich meaning
its purpose tenfold.

Those which decay do not
hold court in my thinking.
Vanquished, they disappear. Permanently.

I keep the ones that stand out
like delicate pieces of art,
petals and lips and symbols
imbued with poetic life
strong.

I see them all the time
the ones that do not understand
what life sparks mean
to an eagle encircling
a rugged terrain
with crisp prey time movement.

Within all the pot pourri
of mush and moonbeams
rises one that spreads wings
and flies with eagles
leaving kitchen hands
to clean tables.

I could name a hundred sacred poets
who have shared me with imagination
and a thousand more
who have refused to ride the thermals
safely tucked in comfort zones
of silly comments.

Blaze the world.
Break you bonds
in the blood of knowing more!

© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago

Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: metaphor
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