Sapphire Of World Peace © Surazeus 2025 03 27 Luminous phantom of the great egret spreads her delicate wings in doting breeze and glides grandly over wind-rippled lake that glitters blue as sapphire of world peace with secret message from her aching heart that Nature still blooms after we are gone. Drinking root beer at the old picnic bench, Sophia watches clouds gleam over houses where people are living safe in their faith. "I cannot feel bombs rattle family homes in that distant land far across the sea where my ancestors lived centuries ago." Tossing the fantasy novel she wrote into the sapphire-blue lake of world peace, Sophia declares with sarcastic voice, "The political game in this great land has gotten so absurd that comedy has been neutered by their incompetence." Covering her face with thin paint-smeared hands, Sophia cries with broken-hearted angst as she thinks about how her mother died because her social security funds were blocked from transfer to her bank accounts, so she died when the bank foreclosed her house. Walking past the shuttered car factory, Sophia climbs stairs to her studio where she stares at the half-finished portrait depicting homeless people in torn tents who cook canned soup under the highway bridge where an Amazon delivery truck gleams. Dipping stiff-haired brush in glob of red paint, Sophia paints barely-seen smudge of blood on hands of the banker in clean blue suit who blithely drives his new gold-painted car past encampment where seven people live whose homes he foreclosed over the past year. Peering close at figure of the old woman, Sophia paints the yellow flowered dress her mother loved to wear attending church, who now pushes shopping cart of her things, including books of family photographs of her ancestors the past hundred years. "Our spirits become part of this alien land when we bury our parents in its soil, and our words become the wind in its trees." Streaking white flash of light, Sophia paints luminous phantom of the great egret gliding grandly over the homeless camp.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Thursday, March 27, 2025
Sapphire Of World Peace
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Orpheus photographs homeless people at the camp under the highway bridge, and listens to their stories about how government services they relied on were cut.
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