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Terrence Polcari Poem
It was an act of purest love
That required her to kill him…
The bond between them was forged
Over so many years of going in the same direction –
Fighting the same fight
Siblings alike in manner
Muse and cause
Her eyes were like spear points
Spinning in carefully veiled compassion
He lay still as stone
Looking now as he once had before…
And her pride died in Angry Joy
Cold and sharp as a Savagely Elegant Sword
She knew this Blood Price must be paid
But the balance of things Lost Forever
Stilled her hand a few moments longer –
Favoring him with calm examination
She was at a loss for words
For there was no one to tell anyway
And once done would haunt her ever more
So with defiant resignation
And tolerant acceptance
She put it all together
And did what she had avoided for much too long
Her counsel cleared…
Against the bronze rose colored wall
A woman’s silhouette breathed –
Moved
And quietly pulled the plug…
Copyright © Terrence Polcari | Year Posted 2016
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Terrence Polcari Poem
Her thoughts were like a great machine
Driven by a force of unlimited potential
Reactive responses tempered to produce such diversity
Each image a symbol that armed her mind to Manipulation
The winds of puberty recently passed
Bringing with it a cruel mimicry and argued caution for
Sensations of the body that allured and called for attention
She walked a delicate edge at such a young age
Her words now always outlined in Overreaching Brilliance
Rich consciousness displaying Minutiae of Observation
That expressed great energy of sophistication and a Circle Sense
That All Life is Interconnected and in Service of All Other Life
So many ideas began to spring from nothing –
On one side the cold hand of mortality
On the other the nurturing rustle of warm colors
Snared by Destiny and shocked into Deep Understanding
She saw the world as not nice
Yet split with a duality that offered such beauty –
Wisdom and valor and justice and prayer
Hold back the darkness in a grip of steel
“What senses do we lack that we are so oblivious
Of another world singing all around us?”
Tears pressed tautly for escape beneath her closed lids
As Supreme Notions and Designs came unbidden
From a place beyond places…
– That which submits Ultimately Rules –
– A gift is a blessing For the Giver –
– Leadership is not revealed Without Conflict –
– The Wisest know what They Do Not Know –
– Prevailing over others is strength – Prevailing Over the Self is Greatness…
– Erasing desire Brings Peace –
– Life is not a mystery to solve – but rather a Reality to be Experienced….
Profound impressions kept coming on and on and she wept for futility –
For who could she tell…
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Terrence Polcari Poem
“And God breathed into his nostrils the breath of life and man became a living soul.”
– Genesis, The Holy Bible
35 thousand generations ago
In early Pleistocene man’s primitive mind
We First became acutely aware
Of the color Red
Red was Fire…
Red bestowed man
With awe and wonder –
Awakening our curiosity
Red accorded man that Special Anger
To adapt and endure
Founding our creativity
By necessity of survivals call
Cognitivity and Deep Thought
Were gradually perceived and attained
And we ripened into Noble
All because of the color Red…
Copyright © Terrence Polcari | Year Posted 2016
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