She rolls sounds around,
tests them on her tongue,
strings each one by one by one:
A shimmer of beads
she gleans with care
to dazzle and impress.
Listening, you think
Magpie knows
something, has happened
upon the ultimate kernel,
that one in a million and most
ethereal of gems in her haphazard
ramblings.
Really!
Who's intent
on truth or wisdom
nowadays?
So content we are
to watch each other
have intercourse
as we fall.
Open,
the starveling's beak utters
graceless, parabolic squawks,
faux pearls that clatter
as they hit the ground
bouncing.
We grow rampant
among the stones,
our desire for truth
dried to a crisp
under the scathing eye,
the unblinking mind
of God.
YOU ARE READING
Magpie Pearls
Poetry~ This poetic journey started when I began questioning why I write poetry. The assumption I'd come across pearls of wisdom to impart is quickly challenged by readers of "Magpie Pearls", leading me to explore truth in a broader sense. Is truth univer...
