sands invade lives lost desert wastelands souls eroded by hunger bodies craving for loving an urban dreamscape or nightmare pit
wings reaching high face smiling with light a child with dreams from Sweden a saint working in Zinder a friend to many ascends to mum
The Joseph’s Star was created by Christina R. Jussaume.
It is a non-rhyming 8-line poem with a syllable count of 1/3/5/7/7/5/3/1.
Each stanza is centre-aligned so that the finished poem is diamond-shaped.
This poem is dedicated to Esther Garvi who died recently in Zinder.
Details of her life and work are HERE
my other thoughts on her life are HERE and HERE
mainstream a convenient delta mapped by rocky fads knowledge driven rapids peer pools and social rivers but what is the source what is beyond why do the waters flow why do the seasons change the waters a young barefoot child in the sandy heat of Zinder is so happy to see the green of a tiny plant growing why can't we understand
human-like dolls have a sensitive ear for sham and branded heartbreak if you leave them alone for too long and no tossed ball will ever get them to acknowledge to understand the hunted game of fetch worthy witches know that blind spells boiled by lesser humans only lead to the dark resurrection of scorpion minds and a soul hungry werewolf
crows open to healing splintered bones and black hearts and escaping souls loners offering cool clay to soothe the insidious burning illusion that crawled through the mind like gentle quilts sheathing grain until the new life is ready to collapse or crack
I was riding the equatorial salts of the north, far north Cape York in Australia, shunning
the Gold Coast bling for a taste of a real middle earth and wheeling the feel of a fresh rainforest wilderness... I heard my soul... So my shiny blues are dusty... I'll polish them when I get back... Eventually...
Flash 55 - at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads