A man,
in the shadow of a child,
walks, for the sake of
phylogenesis.
^^This opening stanza creates an image
with lots to think about. Where an adult walks
down a path in the woods where he once used
to go when he was a child perhaps..?
The Great Bustard,
was on the brink of
extinction. Somebody
was not an achiever.
^^Either this is talking about a person/or one
of nature's spot that has failed to achieve its
beauty or goal...I'm just guessing here.
Seeking,
an inborn god in thighs,
for running faster than light,
weightless, faceless.
^^An interesting stanza here. I've old mythological images playing through my mind
while reading this!
Dust will take,
dust for the dark matter
sequencing a disaster.
The animal within roars.
^^Hmmm..you know this poem has got my mind working really hard to grasp the meaning behind these words. Reading this to me it shows that patience has limits..whether it refers to human or nature.
All in all a very intriguing read that has gotten me to think deep into it...good one!-
Meena Krish
Well this archaic bones certainly have humor in them. You amaze me.- LightH2O
must recommend- eafsailor
Always a wonderful voice to contemplate ,always amazing- leafsailor
Rage surges forward in the bones of archaic humour... It does. A good write. A great line.- Some Girl