the church and a mosque
temple and synagogue
junior high schoolers
such sand structures form
a day before the storm
indistinguishable
they all look alike
just the day after
common grains of sand
the consonance of life
is waiting to flower
in the sun-filled hour
of a heart's shangri la
no don't call it a myth ../original/z.g.
myth..#2[july 14 mon]
dreams crumble into pain
faith and its' fractions'
lowest common factor
starts a search for joy
faith and its' fractions'
highest common factor
time and space constant
He is far beyond
the algebra of myth../original/z.g.
The grains of sand that make the houses of worship are as alike as the people inside. That's a wonderful image. How we forget our lives are consonant. Thanks for this.
ReplyDeleteI love the last stanza, especially 'a hearts shangri la' - oh, to be in such harmony!
ReplyDeleteI think it is a myth but myths are what our dreams are made of, so it's a good one.
ReplyDeleteThe gaments removed, the address of differences changed, we all share common hopes and goals and dreams.
ReplyDeleteLovely thought provoking lines.
I wish we could always think this way - we are more alike than different. Beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteLike this one ZG! :)
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ReplyDeleteYou have created such beautiful images with your words. As always.
ReplyDeletedreams crumble into pain- what a a great line, and one that expresses the end of a dream so well.
ReplyDeletedream's end - calm's end
ReplyDeleteprovocative words...nicely done!
"the algebra of myth" - that's a wonderful word image I won't soon forget!
ReplyDeletefaith as highest...and lowest common factors...and the constants of time and space...far beyond is where I want to be...
ReplyDeletenice work...love it.
These are both lovely and rich in wonderful phrases. I especially like this stanza:
ReplyDeletethe consonance of life
is waiting to flower
in the sun-filled hour
of a heart's shangri la
and "the algebra of myth." Nicely done.
Your first poem speaks wonderfully to how we are all alike on a fundamental level. Thank you.
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these two are eye openers.. castles made of sand fall into the sea eventually.. sorry couldn't help thinkin bout jimi hendrix... it is a beautiful poem of a heart's shangri la...faith as a mustard seed im told
ReplyDeleteAn excellent poem.
ReplyDeleteThank You.
I especially love the juxtaposition of images in the first stanza: temple and synagogue with junior high schoolers and sand structures. Lovely stuff! :)
ReplyDeleteReally enjoyed this, particuly the first stanza.
ReplyDeleteI like how you have the "storm" be the equalizer!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading this; I really like that final stanza.
ReplyDelete..Ur comments educate me..Many Thanks..
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