Oliver Furlong Poet Prose Poetry

Life Bubbles Forth In a Natural Magic

Life bubbles forth in a natural magic

So blinding are the lost nights
so burning the constant tones
etching our blood with stones
Island journeys to find a maze
glorifying mind shapes on maps 
Clasping moon shadows in forks
from clouds of our own deception.
In darkness a soul reaches blind

So lost in the ephemeral layer
We sit and stare what hands don’t hold
Our grasp so laden with stories untold
Imagining love as a fractured memory
Seeping through efforts a father sweats
shedding sweeter kindness on claws
In a sea of a burden bites cries of anger 
held in ransom future doubt frowns.

To recognize the wounds we infected
We’re not just ours to own, but look
to what we share in sanguine hope
a story foretold in pillowed murmurs
smiling tears of joy, through effort sublime 
One can’t blame the pain transferred
Let the breeze blow comfort in her wisdom 
As her hand dances around a precious flower.

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Beata Agustin July 28, 2025 at 12:14 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.