. Poetry from The Great In-Between: Rebirth

Sunday, August 11, 2024

Rebirth


The human experience has always intrigued, and formed the foundation stone of these monologues. In poetic form.


I create.


This is but another.

Salute.



Have you walked through hell to find your own piece of heaven?



Title:


Rebirth


(A lone voice whispers)


Consumed by times long reach


My old love now walks on a new beach


No more Greenwich Village walks


Trips downtown to Manhattan


No more listening to Van Morrison on a hot Sunday afternoon 


Drinking cold lemonade 

In the shade 


As passing yellow butterflies played 


Smiling in unison 

Watching the local ice cream van sound its arrival


With that particular catchy tune


Or reading Dostoevsky 

Page by page 

Aloud or creating poetry


Together


I guess 

Looking back with my rose-tinted glasses taken off 


It was like a prophecy in the Book of Revelations


To find heaven,

You must first face hell


Walk through the oncoming Apocalypse


Breathe in the final moments of despair 


See your once bright sunflower wither and float away 

To some sacrificial altar where they all go

Drawn by a dark power


Down some old black as death itself river


For like the Lotus flower 

We sometimes need to grow in the sludge 


To bloom


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 



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