A Reactive Moment

Ever might be the promise of a dream

when in the eyes of a child,

shows prowess is in an archival presence

the nature of what was once, is now

in a jester an unstable posture.

~

Speak with such is our utmost

need to qualify to have a creative

desire to answer an immediate query

pander a certain backlash

we might never defend, yet feel.

~

Would that he might scream until

chords of chaotic frenzy do

truly unravel, split apart,

a bleeding waterfall

asphyxiate dying creativity.

~

There is a solemn melody always plays

when caught in the trappings, our ways.


© Thom Amundsen   11/2020

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