Sunday, February 18, 2024

Paint World Of Forms

Paint World Of Forms
© Surazeus
2024 02 18

Ripples from small rock he throws in the lake 
vibrate with song of birds in wind-swayed trees, 
yet flowers for the dead along the path 
explain how his conscious mind turns to dust 
when orange sunset glows among bare oak limbs 
to dissolve the world of forms into dreams. 

Pulling leather gloves over his soft hands, 
the boy digs narrow holes in soggy soil, 
hammers thick poles till they stand tall as trees, 
then winds barbed-wire around them in long coils, 
all while ravens in huge oaks by the lake 
discuss the world of forms that clutter dreams. 

Strolling among bare oaks on dusty road, 
he thinks they are listening to his thoughts, 
so he remembers when his mother laughs 
while digging cabbages, carrots, and beets 
to boil vegetable stew on iron stove 
which adjusts the world of forms to fit dreams. 

Strange quiet of the evening haunts the field 
where horses swish their tails in lonely breeze 
till sorrow hides in shadows of tall oaks 
that lingers vaguely over unmarked grave 
where no one of interest waits for the moon 
to conjure the world of forms from false dreams. 

Deep blueness of the lake reflects the sky 
where clouds become dark shadow of his heart 
despite how long the boy sits by the oak 
to watch how birds dive swift with clarity 
and spear the wriggling fish with ardent faith 
in visions the world of forms weaves from dreams. 

Smiling with beauty that dazzles his eyes, 
the blonde girl pours apple juice in the glass 
and gives it to him with elegant grace, 
so he reaches out to caress her cheeks 
but the deer she turns into flees away 
back to the world of forms clouding his dreams. 

The woman who became pillar of salt 
waits by the rippling lake for him to come, 
while grief of loss from death burns in her heart 
as ghost that searches for his startled face 
when idol of beauty crumbles to dust 
that shadows world of forms crushing his dreams. 

While the girl in pink gown with fairy wings 
dances ballet among sunset-gold trees, 
the boy in blue jeans with furry wolf ears 
plays violin to spark the summer storm 
till they embrace in drama of desire 
that would paint world of forms based on his dreams. 


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