. Poetry from The Great In-Between: Dolor

Thursday, June 3, 2021

Dolor








Press play. Salute.



(A lone voice whispers)


Does fear in whatever form it chooses to appear in 

Like a shapeshifting configuration of self-depreciation 

Announcing the possible visitations sin


Emotional physically or spiritual 


The three intricately laid foundation stones which it builds up from when it first enters the skin


Affect the way the Native finds new roads or instead chooses lonely highways to navigate life


Does its carefully leather-bound invisible suitcases they might present to then be carried everywhere like priceless jewels


Contain handwritten contracts to avoid taking chances 


On people places or newer experiences and to always seek to abstain


Never to seek unfamiliar lands of hope to help them renew 


As pledges once written in silence


Prevents them from embracing their secret God-given name to empower them to pull through


Does Dolor's archaic supernatural form take a strange irregular shape 


Which keeps them invariably on the run


As it guides all their emotions like a machiavellian orchestral conductor 


From which it transpires there is no escape


Under the dire threat of the sword of Antipathy


As it seduces them perpetually and becomes their only lover


Did you know Dolor is simply Fear translated into Latin


Will you find the strength and courage to throw its gifts of free suitcases 


Into the gushing four winds and let the Trinity of Holy lights

Come steamrolling  in









Copyright John Duffy

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