“Find me a space here, tucked into the silence.”
Two poignant lines from the poet, Saran Conner, honored this day at dVerse Poets.
Original DDE™ surrealistic art entitled “Radical Possibility” by: rob kistner © 7/9/24
We exist
in a fragile sphere
of suppressed possibility
gripped in the freeze
of a dark time
midst those who’ve waited
and watched
at the waning of truth
‘neath an uncertain moon
not hearing
what we knew to be
the plaintive cries
of the lost
our echoed cries
blind to the light
of the dawning
that heralded new words
dual words
for a possible world
two new words
for this time that’s upon us
this time of diametrical opposition
where reality and constructionism
collide
Radical Possibility
we are the bud and the blossom
we are the late-falling leaf
we are the arc fulfilled
we are the time come
come to the here
and the now
where we’re held
firm in the fire
of visions and longing
for what we were
and for all
that we are to be
here in our heart
at this moment eternal
even as
we gaze forlornly
across pooled hatred
through a divided curtain’s fall
at a fractured mirror’s reflection
a glaring hallucination
of a polarized reality
dual worlds
close enough to touch
but too far apart to engage
dual worlds
through which truth
stumbles blind
beyond reach
or reason
no connection ’tween either
we walk as wraiths
through fevered empty streets
moving in these dual worlds
captive
to the bone-white lies
of both
mumbled
in the low voice
of dark deceit
implied in their toxic grins
of inflexible propaganda
and impossible compromise
but hold fast
beckon the unfolding dawn
summon the emerging morn
herald the inevitable sunrise
there is far to go
and much to learn
rising from this dark night
but someone needs first
release the light
hold fast
torchbearers emerge
who hold sacred
the litmus of the ages
Original DDE™ surrealistic art entitled “Torchbearer”
by: rob kistner © 7/9/24
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rob kistner © 2024
Poetry at: dVerse