Final Vigil

“The light I refer to herein is the wisdom to see the truth”

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collage entitled “Eden’s Desolation” © 1996 — by: rob kistner

 

Final Vigil

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shrouded by rhetoric denying reality
as earth tumbles towards finality
witness the losing of the light
the ever growing darkness
the advance of the cold
the time of endings
death’s due vigil
deep silence
destroyed
desolate
gone
sad
¥
this is the winter of humanity

~ ~ ~

rob kistner © 2019

 

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  • 28 thoughts on “Final Vigil”

    1. Great shape for the piece, the poem caught in a sieve, with the words tumbling to the bottom to lie flaccid in the wet sand. Your piece works on several levels. You both the prompt and dazzled us with creativity.

      1. Thank you Glenn. I saw it also as the top of the hourglass, with the sand running out. Also the action of a drain emptying. The shape felt right to me, and I appreciate your gracious compliments! 🙂

      1. That it is Linda, and what is really heartrending, is that those in this world who need to have their hearts broken, to be shaken out of their bullshit, don’t get it — and don’t seem to give a fuck. It will all stop eventually, one way or another.

      1. Thank you Kathleen! It’s all coming down to a choke point. We will either choke to death, or cough up what’s blocking the needed change, and breathe again. It seems so unclear, and not falling, at the moment, on the side of promise.

    2. It’s the winter of humanity indeed — I too admire your apt use of this form for this strong statement, providing line-breaks exactly where these words should echo inside our heads.

    3. The first thing I saw was the shape, Rob. You and Glenn saw it as an hourglass top or a sieve, I saw a tornado of cosmic dust where the Earth once was. You and Sarah both wrote about silence – it’s silent in space and, as far as we know, Earth is the only planet full of sounds and music. The winter of humanity is the perfect way to describe it – only there will be no spring.

      1. I love your perspectives on my piece here Kim. Thank you for taking the time to ponder it and share your thoughts! I love doing concrete (shaped) poems. Being an artist as well as a writer/poet, I am highly visual, so I realize that a shaped poem can communicate and stimulate additionally, the direct result of its shape — and I enjoy that.

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