TEARS IN FIELDS OF LONGING
And the cats did mew and the bears stared silent and the Man of Sorrow sat plaintive upon the barren cliff
We gathered in bright fields
dressed in garbs of blood red
like crimson penitents waiting absolution
We held our drinks and took our vices
in a cacophony of rank indulgence
among vehicles of disjointed stoppings
scattered in from long distances
and never to be driven again
Such as we were
Such as we always were
The blue stuffed bears waddled in
from the blue sparkling wood
bestuffed with wadded joy
and sat grinning in a circle
like mad beasts in a secret rite
They unstuffed themselves in a relish
unmaking the seams of their joining
with string and scissor
their pilings amassing at the center
in primeval offering and
glimmering such as the forest they departed
Their blue heads hung in the air
above the crumples of their being
pooled in sloven cloth
and looked skyward
frozen
The blind cats of the dawn
mewed in their wanderings
and haunted the shades of the day
in ever curling circles till
all shadows squirmed with their beings
Black knights in black armor
trot on pale horses to hoove the ground
in fixed circuits understood by only themselves
and crying the air with shouts of yay and yay!
They slaughtered each other in unyielding mercy
their armor falling decalescent to the earth
in glory and justice and the gleaming of sword
Riven of their beings
their skeletal frames stood bloody in the stirrups
their yawing jaws moaning profanities
and dismounted
Their bones collapsed in heaps of jagged wet sticks
as the horses stamped hot
snuffling steam into the cold air
and bolted to the cliff
descending off in ranks like angels
And the cats did mew
and the bears stared silent
and the Man of Sorrow sat plaintive
upon the barren cliff
He in his white robes held a guitar
and crooned a lament
into the shining oblivion of the day
Black tears rivered his face
drawing down over his clothes
and over the cliff and the land beyond
Sorrow upon sorrow
and sadness without end
the rivulets of grief pooled
and stained the land beneath our feet
And we wept
A cloud of starlings murmured in waves
and white as glass
shimmered above in an ocean of undulating
gentle
peace
Our robes fell in nakedness
our stomachs now hungry
and we retreated to our suppers
in the quiet of the undying sun
About the Creator
Kevin Rolly
Artist working in Los Angeles who creates images from photos, oil paint and gunpowder.
He is writing a novel about the suicide of his brother.
http://www.kevissimo.com/
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Comments (4)
This was a inner struggle made visual.
Well done!!!💕💖
Oh my. This is such a visual piece. Excellent job.
We are our own undoing. Such imagery and sorrow. I read and re-read it wanting to absorb it as you intended it. I may need to read it a few more times to capture all the beauty. Amazing