Poetry starts as an idea or phrase which expands into a message to be brought through from somewhere. Where it comes from is a more magical place than here, or maybe it offers a more magical perception of here. It comes by virtue of intellect, wonder, and the Spirit of Contemplation. -Kelly Voelker kellywriteaway@gmail.com
Tuesday, November 10, 2020
The Precipice of Today
Is this the first day or the last
Which progression will unmask
Is it the last day of security
Or the first day of impurity
Where my beliefs and instincts fail
Or my newest triumph will prevail
Is this the last day of a glorious age
In which we were too distracted to
Realize it was the best we knew
Is this the gateway to being tranquilized
For an operation we wouldn't choose otherwise
But settle on as diminished options rule
A ways and means to stay as best
As we can with herd control
Today however beauty streams
Even within societal extremes
I still feel happiness and hope
Stronger still than yesterday
On the precipice which is today.
- Kelly Voelker
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