I invoke the fire in
my stillness,
sense of detachment, and deaf,
stiff monotonous lives
broke…
to release the stress,
battlefield’s agonized/moribund
bodies and souls…
now aroused,
querying: what were those wounds,
still alike vagabond in the veins/blood,
fed into cells,
programmed veracity…
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I would never want to fall prey to the programming
ReplyDeleteperhaps a bit more of that fire is in order
a revolution thing
Walking about like a drone, is a no go for me
ReplyDeleteTenacity… Unavoidable.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed.
Very strong images provoking deep reflection really.
ReplyDeleteI specially like the opening verses like an awakening, free of wounds and bounds ~
ReplyDeleteThe fire of your stillness... I have a feeling that many people are like a clogged volcanoes ready to explode.
ReplyDeletelove your talent. this was brilliantly written. good day!
ReplyDeleteI love your opening lines so much!
ReplyDeleteIncredible write!!
ReplyDeleteI felt those first lines...that feeling of monotony breaking...
ReplyDeleteDonna@LivingFromHappiness
This is thought-provoking, humbird!
ReplyDeleteInvoking fire can lead to some interesting--and startling--tales, as your unfolding poem demonstrates.
ReplyDeleteI think we are programmed but have the ability to over ride. Warning bells may ring but had we listened to them we would still be hiding from bears in caves rather than multinationals in supermarkets.
ReplyDeleteTo invoke the fire within us and escape programming sounds like freeing oneself of old shackles.
ReplyDelete"I invoke the fire in my stillness"---love the contrast inherent within this statement because we don't typically think of there being 'fire' in stillness. Cool concept.
ReplyDeletei have a sense of stillness before the storm...a thought provoking piece....
ReplyDeletevery strong images..
ReplyDeleteWe make it through the hard days by rote let them be few and far between.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant thought.. And well written!
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