IN CONTEXT
this tension
of
intelligence
at the heart
fragments
shuttle past
the timeline
of
loneliness
a tempting place
construed
with reticencent
to reflect
& reinterpret
or explain
supplanted
by desperation
in downbeat
resilience
&tactility
ambiguity
of emotions
plunge
unresolved
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Voices verging on the shrill, too sharp
Sing the works of Handel and of Bach
Reminding us of Christmas, love and death
The holy lamb of God born without wrath.
Gregorian chant and Hebrew music share
Simplicity, enchantment, music bare
If our minds were locked into that sphere
Could we end the wars and relieve fear?
Opposing the desire for grace and peace
Savage men fire guns and never cease
Sinai, Salisbury Plain now closed to man
Weapons tested when they should be banned
Yet Jewish people never fought before
Except when called up in the first world war
Assimilated ,workers, self effaced
Hitler employed human sacrifice
Torture, murder, terror don’t improve
The minds of the survivors as they brood
Cannibals ,slave masters, who are we
To reinterpret human history?
The end is near, prepare your soul and heart
The message of the Christ from us departs
Drown.
It happens a pace imperceptible,
It is lost only at the moment it was perceived the
The aqua alta
Carved out an embayment in my heart
No rivers made room for the sea,
Tidal floods by the tumbling silver moonlight, sweeps in the silky waters as an insidious creeping, pending doom inexorably sweeps over,
The rise is slow, the water is murky,
Oh to be like a Venetian! Slough off the inconvenience of death,
Shall I look to the past as contretemps?
Shall I rearrange fate with a retrospective perspective?
Shall I reinterpret your fait accompli?
And the portent is grim—eustasy is is certain
And the weight of the life giving substance— extinguishes life.
from the world around us,
&
translate, transcribe, appropriate &
reinterpret---
making something new.
we produce work when confronted
and while some get beat,
jailed,
sued,
censored,
& more often than anything---
simply ignored or
disregarded---
some of us
get away with it all.
we have committed the perfect crime,
you and i.
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