Not Just For Show
The Pageantry Of Change
So it's over, was that it?
Standing here in aftermath
No celebration, mediation, meditation
Just frustration.
Now what?
Give up and surrender to the loss, crawl under our blankets of recluse?
I refuse
Go back to the disappointments that no longer surprise me?
Grovel in the chances lost to make that change we all anticipated?
Red, white and blue, for who?
Not you, but you, the few, too few!
What happened to the rainbow?
Every color, every gender every right, right?
I refuse to settle now, idle in my room watching scenes of promises on TV
After experiencing all the revelry and pride, I will step out side, not cower and hide
Because of PRIDE!
The drive still lives it moves inside, calling, screaming, reassuring that the spark of change was lit
A fire burns where once there were oceans of suppression
No hiding or returning to what was, it's gone, we exposed and burned it
We DID that!
Took a moment in time and made a step towards better, towards equality, towards true freedom never known before
The wind blows, slow and deliberately
We are the oxygen
Breathing life
Releasing a cleansing fire
A phoenix
Rising stronger than before
A hurricane unleashed by the fluttering of wings
It is coming
Listen.....
A beautiful renewal, revival
Restoration
And we will be ready
We are the parade!!
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Red Shelves
Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis3 days ago in Humans
Comments (5)
Great poetry!
Very poignant!
Great poem about pride.
Great poem about pride. "A fire burns where once there were oceans of suppression" This line and the poem reminded me of a country that was built for freedom and a hum of revolution on the horizon. A reminder of what it once was.
Superb poem!!! Bravo👏 💖💕