"diffracts" poems
Stop worrying.
And you'll lose a vital resource.
Diamonds don't sparkle underground
But the Earth always shines under the sun
Certain as darkness burns into dawn.
Pearls lack glamour on the sea bed
But the moon will pull the sandy shore
Certain as day liquefies to night.
Opal shimmers not in earth's cracks
But light diffracts across our vision
Certain as sunsets warm twilight eyes.
Worries have always grown in the cave of our soul
Stalactites formed after years of instinct's delicate drop.
But like expensive diamonds,
worries can scratch and leave scars.
See them as a problem and you'll likely dissolve
See them as a resource and your problems will be solved.
So wipe the dust from the corners of your eyes
Consider worries as instinct in disguise.
Harnessing energy, a gift from Mother Nurture
More valuable than any jewel formed by her organic sister.
Don't envy those who's glass is half full
Half empty is always reusable.
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 7:12 AM UTC
the title comes as easy as water from the tap,
the poem’s body, somehow lost in the prep,
comeback a day later, looking for total recall,
and what my mind meant, intended, by a multi-coloration
and
the notion of humility as my overarching,
modus operandi, adding a filter, that diffracts
pure light into a spectrum of primary
primaries-
building blocks of our most basic
essences; seeing the spectrum not as pieces
but as a whole body blended, a mix, oils mixed into a purified glow and see humans
in this light and only in this light
and
remaking a multi into a singularity
and
this will be my only filter for assessing
the future as far ahead as my vision will
allow
Dec 30, 2024
Dec 30, 2024 at 5:20 PM UTC