The Nature of Wisdom


Every flower has its own color
With annual observation,
this we springtime discover

Give a womb kernel cede
of acknowledgment
To the spectrum birthright
of each other

We are all one,
tho’ from a different umbilical mother

Notice the bloom of time,
come rain   ...   come sunshine

First eclipse dawn —  
tyranny tares grew with the 
the golden amber grain —
 
The face of nightshade oppression
had a dark tone
Steel magnolias was the fetter fragrance
of the pyramid rule chain 
Pharaohs, (of no melanin discretion)
who wore the ornamental godhead, 
sat atop the pinnacle
While the slaves were downtrodden fed
at the bottom below

Their crowning achievement
was to erect great tombs
But papyrus thieves in the temple
stole the toil of the ruins

Skin for skin,
this is a-fertile sowing season true
Each summer solstice empire
passes into autumnal decline view

Every bird has its own color
And the length of each wingspan
differs from one another

Take an umbilical hover,
acceptance flight
To the spectrum birthright
of each diverse other

We are all one,
tho’ tear delivered
joyously from a different womb mother

Notice the migration of time
come swaddle skybound   ...   come burial ground

Last obscure sunset
was the Legion silo bane talon — 

The thorny wrinkles of oppression
had a pale monotone
Caesars, (of no pigment distinction)
        who wore the prickly spiked laurel bled,
sat atop the carrier chariot
While the plebs were commercial shackle led
to the amphitheater above

Their crowning achievement
was to deify great destructive bombs
As scrip crooks in the palace
pilfered the taxable gift of the palms

Skin for skin   ~   Epidermal blend,
this is birds of prey a-nesting season true
Autumn equinox tech empires
passed into cold war, nuclear winter view

The nature of wisdom
teaches cross-pollination pure acceptance love:
Tho’ each fruit has its own color
Why then, doth this root of affinity divides us?

This is crystal clear!

Yet, what is the color of water,
of which thee Mist of Life doth bring?

It is snowflake known — 
Tears of repentance
is from whence salvation doth spring
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Smith Avatar
January 30, 2020 at 12:37 PM
A time for every purpose - that message will never die just as the the rains come to those who wait and the healing power of water will never will life renew. Keep posting and I will keep reading. Regards David in NZ
Wolf Avatar
January 10, 2020 at 11:16 AM
Wisdom over time, as you definitively show, is nothing more than bright colors gradually fading away --- whereas waters bring Life! Amazingly good write, O Poet! :) gw
Sands Avatar
January 7, 2020 at 12:07 PM
Wow, what a beautiful magnificent poem ! A FAV! :)
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