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Tuesday, October 2, 2012

The Dueling Harmonics of Unending Fall


Athens, Georgia
October 2, 2012

1.
Amped by anger
      bankrolled
      by billionaires
righteous fools feed
      on grievance
      spit out blame
ill-tempered tools
      respond
      the same
self righteous tribes
      reciprocate
      offended
minions escalate.
      Impelled
      by honor
social loops resonate
      to unholy
      harmonics
in a world wired close
      and wound
      tight, trolling
the soundtrack of
      triumphalism
      braying 
arias echo the   
      alabaster
      façade
of a once shining city
      set proudly
      on a hill
above the fertile
      fruitless
      plains.

2.
Prophetic words come as cold wind
      to early fall –

            Your noble ideals
wielded without compassion
      are no more than noisy
                  gong and clanging
            cymbal.

3.
Up from rubble wasteland plains
    past the crest of weathered heights
        a rock is rolled to ruined walls
            founded once on noble
                dreams and human flaws
                    repaired with vows
                        and painted
                            cracks.

                         The rock rolls back
            to rubble plains.
                   Squaring shoulders
                          once again
            our Sisyphus descends
alone.

4.
Yet somehow through the centuries
      Saint Paul’s savior
            whispers

                  Love.

 5.
There are autumn afternoons
that would grace eternity, when
echoes of ageless minds penetrate 
prepackaged lives, and strife 
recedes to hush 

         when out of stillness          
             peace descends     
          on dry leaf flurries    
       and tittering cascades    
             of celestial love      
      as a thousand starlings   
           speak in tongues          
               of tiny angels             
           timeless blessings       
               to life joyfully             
                     borne.                        

 6.
When blessed by birds
      and righteous
      ghosts
      a holy
harmonic takes hold
      of hearts
      compelled
      by Love
to wield the tools
      of peaceful
      arts –
      dancing
endless autumn days
      confronting
      endless fall
      of night
committing all to ágape
      through toil
      and play –  
      raising up
large rocks to height
      hard words
      to harmony
      come what
might – through rise
      and fall
      Camus
      and Paul
would claim delight
      set shoulder
      with Sisyphus
      heart-fire
with Love, foregoing
      treasure
      achieving due
      measure
of life nobly worn.


"Leaves and light" by David Noah, Winterville, Georgia



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