Owl

Hollow Owl where are you?
Guys in the mirror- water in the hands
Cymbals all chiming
Crash, boom, cars along the road
Time is wasted, burnt in the orange beams of sunshine
The people are in their thousands
Thousands of mouths
Mouthing words in the direction of the bruised feet
Glasses in the light
Reflection measurement, reflecting distance
Time and place and sex and spice
I can pull apart the bread, still warm
Dipping it into the oil
Dipping into this loud planet
With its ice and its forest and its earthquake
I am dying to crawl beneath your volcano
Colouring the darkness with the brightness of warmth
Colouring the heart of life with my mathematics
My code that chimes
With the clouds that give birth and break
With the dust that settles on the thundering wings of birds
The clear wings of mosquito lovers
You who seduces the sun to it's peak at noon
And it is always too bright
It is always the beat of beauty and decay
It is always the hand that holds up the bridge
And when the lense is adjusted
We see the world in a different light
A new shade with a brand new colour
The new cars on the road
The strangest of fruits on the ground
And we update the passion
We update those we hold in our arms
And we let go of the reasonable parallels
Like this, like you, my Hollow Owl.

Comments

  1. Pier Roberto GiannelliOctober 8, 2015 at 6:56 PM

    "It is always the beat of beauty and decay..." The way the poem moves to its ending is very effective.

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