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Material Man

We are shadows
living the dark
of our own 
obstructions

imitators of light
worshiping furnaces
cores of stars

hydrogen eaters

helium floaters

casting nets
into a sea of glitter

our daily catch
of expiring illumination

traveling ever further out

away from man's indwelling 
brilliance 

that of a Sacred Heart

Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2023

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Jennifer Proxenos Date: 7/15/2023 9:22:00 AM Expiring illumination is imminent, wake up planet Earth, let us try to become as green as possible and not dissolve into the ice age or dinosaur age or turn this beautiful planet around with pandemics, war and sheer self destruction. Great write with awesome points of reference. hug and blessings, Jennifer. Login to Reply Joe Dimino Date: 7/15/2023 12:17:00 PM Amen! Amen! Amen! Amen! Could not have be said better. Thank you, Jennifer. Blessings.

Valsa George Date: 7/14/2023 8:21:00 PM We are blind to the 'indwelling brilliance' and we go after' imitators of light' resulting in 'expiring illumination'. Each word and phrase here speaks volumes. Enjoyed your terse poem, dear Joe. Login to Reply Joe Dimino Date: 7/15/2023 6:36:00 AM Hi Valsa. You made my day. Blessings!

Vijay Pandit Date: 7/14/2023 5:56:00 AM Your opening lines set the stage for your theme--Joe. Well conveyed message. Login to Reply Joe Dimino Date: 7/14/2023 6:34:00 AM Thank you, Vijay; have a blessed day my friend!

Anne-Lise Andresen Date: 7/13/2023 11:41:00 AM - The "things" fill an empty space in the soul, Joe - Materialism eats us up from the inside … less empathy and happiness - Very well written :) - hugs Login to Reply Joe Dimino Date: 7/13/2023 6:25:00 PM Ain't that the truth! Well said. Thank you, Lise.

Kim Rodrigues Date: 7/13/2023 11:12:00 AM Interesting write! So many better things we have when material things are not idols. Login to Reply Joe Dimino Date: 7/13/2023 6:30:00 PM Wealthy people have also been know to commit suicide. So, obviously, real value is something else. Blessings my friend.