Installations
Voltaire said doubt sucks
but certainty is absurd.
The river flows on,
these hills wink at me:
no gain in stagnation, no
growth in a clenched fist.
After so much built,
eroded, rebuilt, collapsed,
I can see the stars.
Joints limbering up,
the hero’s new journey starts.
Oak crowns thrash in joy.
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I enjoyed how much imagery you compressed here. Every line has a lot of energy
Your mind is amazing Melissa. The images and sounds, I’m still playing with oak crowns thrash in joy. Following the joy of building, eroding, rebuilding, collapsing into the vision of stars. It’s one of those things were my overly literal brain freezes at something pointed at beyond words. Love your work, really.
were *where*
I agree with Shaun and especially love the hills winking at the speaker.
Simply stated. I like this poem very much.