Circumspect valleys of ideologies
severed cords encapsulate the shaded tale
a world of grave unraveling
while larks enter through divided windows
to tables set with glass ornaments
alighting on a fine layer of dust
upon the weathered cowering folds
of history’s long inscribed divisive night
discerned by keen eyed philosophers
detritivores tunnel, long spools unwinding
gods consume fervid clamoring masses
moles in fixed ratios delineate lost markers
these property lines in space
each a bounded deontology
a tetra pylon, cartography with no names
obedience is a breath taken without prophesy
a wilderness unfettered by human desire
an undertow on volcanic shores
whirlpools capture victims unsung
as long whispered fears signal
to reach disintegrating caves
As promised I am reposting from the archives. This poem was originally posted here:http://chromapoesy.com/2011/07/27/moles-in-fixed-ratios/ and later incorporated into another poem Leontion’s Universal Faculty: http://chromapoesy.com/2012/04/13/leontions-universal-faculty/ . If you missed the explanation of my blogging break you can find it here: http://chromapoesy.com/2012/08/01/extended-absence/. Also, I am not visiting other sites with regularity so if there’s a poem you’d like to call my attention to please leave the link in the comments section and I will visit soon. Thanks!
ha not a bad ont to revisit at all…love your opening line and it grips…and challenges us to think on our own a bit…obedience is a breath taken without prophecy…ha like that too anna…
Thanks Brian, wonderful to see you; I’ve missed the pub terribly :).
That is really compelling stuff.
Thanks, I thought so too. Nice to see you.