Sometimes the World Stops

Sometimes the World Stops

 

 

Humans need fantasy,

metaphor,

artistic creativity.

It’s one of the dividing things

separating us from other forms of life.

 

We share the planet

with life and death,

with color, darkness

and shadow,

with love,

binding everything together

on the human palette.

 

Of all the diverse emotions that life explores,

it is love and death

that stops the world’s rotation,

pushed it beyond

Milky Way’s spiral.

 

Wet lips

meet another’s need,

forcing tongues to speak

in an erotic language,

filled with imagination,

creation

and the adventures of sharing.

 

Or, the cold, blue rose,

that adorns the grave

and the one you love,

gone, but smiles

with forever memories

that empties your heart.

 

The world will spiral on,

with love and death,

 in the trails they leave.

And we humans

will imagine,

create,

fantasize

as we love and die.

 

Aztec Warrior/redzone 11.23.20

Author's Note

....thanks for reading...

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I don't know if the world really stops, but maybe we cause it to pause when we write moments down on a page....we capture a feeling felt at that certain moment.
And it will always be there....etched in words.
j.

[Sami Khalil]

Your philosophy is astounding. Your poetry is aching for humanity. Your Your points are breaking the monotony. You spilled it all and weaved it all. Glad to see you back sir...

[Sami Khalil]

"We share the planet

with life and death,

with color, darkness

and shadow,

with love,

binding everything together

on the human palette."