A saintly sleep behind the lids of cherubim,
heavy as if laid in ivory.
The image of desire for the raw
and as of yet unseen made tangible;
a putto softly giggling at a world which has fallen beneath his feet.
He strattles his innocence as if it were an untamed stallion
aching for escape,
one day to return kicking and screaming to the wilderness beyond the treeline
and behind the sun.
Time, it would seem, is inevitable.
...Ride life into perfect laughter. It's the only good fight left. -Charles Bukowski
do you mean straddles rather than strattles? I like the imagery here - even though i don't know anything about Putto.
Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb
This is fabulous, Sparrow! Great imagination and that is how man proceeds shedding something but to recoup momentum
“Those who seek to satisfy the mind of man by hampering it with ceremonies and music and affecting charity and devotion have lost their original nature””
“If water derives lucidity from stillness, how much more the faculties of the mind! The mind of the sage, being in repose, becomes the mirror of the universe, the speculum of all creation.
This is vigorous, confident and thought-provoking. I admire, too, the succinctness of it. Brava!
I don't think you have lost your touch at all, Sparrow! Clean and fresh as your namesake singing in a spring tree! Bravo!
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
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