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Above the birds circled
Silhouette patterns in the sky,
Monochromatic mosaics which shuffled like aging hands
Moving wooden pieces across a board
In some endless game,
Watching, always watching
Waiting for that killer move
That only Time knew
Would never come,
As far below, talking monkeys
Hurled sticks and stones across the fields,
Reached over the seas to tear the rage on others such as them
Moving invisible pieces across a board
As if they had a goal,
Forgetting that they had the gift
Of sound and word and voice,
Turning time upside down
As if it bore the blame,
And still above their sightless heads
The shadows wove designs,
Building plans like those before who came and failed and fell
Moving broken pieces across a board
As if there were a point,
Waiting, always waiting
Til aching wings gave way
Above the spinning rock
As silent Time fell still.
© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2018
Very nice piece, I am going to reblog this one for you.
Thank you, much appreciated.
Reblogged this on Truth Troubles.
Barbara Grace Lake said:
Powerful imagery. Great poetry.
Thank you, I’m delighted that you enjoyed this.
Peter Wells aka Countingducks said:
I love the uncertainty you capture here and the way we carry out fruitless tasks and strategies to give us a sense of being in control. The worst thing that happened to man was mankind itself and the planet looks on in horror at our unveiling history!
I love your comment about mankind, Peter, it is so astute and certainly something that I had wanted to convey in this piece. Much appreciated.
Thank you, I’m pleased that you thought so.
Thank you, I appreciate you reading and taking the time to leave your thoughts.