A Justification

The pine tree growing out of rock,
Cloud shrouded pinnacle a dream,
What greater artistry than that?

Or the wind making its shriek and hum
Free from instrument or score —
What truer song?

A poem – part landscape, part mindscape,
An onerous endeavor. Is it truth
Demands such excavation?

What imagining makes real more
Than real? What riddle?
In our native skull

Illumination is more than a desire.
Shadows grow in waning light;
The pen is mightier.

 

5 comments

  1. Hi Sarah

    Indeed, a justification for earth and God’s creation as perhaps our greatest source of poetry. Our native skull becomes the vessel that contains the imagination, a spirit of creativity and thought. I love this poem and the question it poses! I can totally relate and especially love these lines —

    A poem – part landscape, part mindscape,
    An onerous endeavor. Is it truth
    Demands such excavation?

    What imagining makes real more
    Than real? What riddle?
    In our native skull

    Thank you!
    Wendy

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  2. Wow Sarah… am trying to move around a bit today, but I could spend all my time here. 🤗The pen always mightier, even when we don’t realise it and no human effort, no man made invention, no matter how marvelous will ever outshine the work of The Master, starting with us… mankind.

    Regards,

    Maryse

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