Arc of the Ages
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do not hide
from the great orb
of unquestioning fate
that spins in the spaces
of destiny’s light and dark
days of falter and fear
approaching
moving
unsteady on legs
of unquenchable doubt
what your mind must
conceal from the assassin
of joy and forgiveness
held pure
tested
by time and the hands of
the waiting who cower
yet smile
singing truth through
the hail and barrage
‘cross the bow mast of glory
seeking broad measure and berth
as all that you seem to
desire slips slowly like
rain down a vent pipe
to plumb deep
the black dreams
such is the slag-shattered
glass of the future
that moves slow
through the arc
of the ages
who’ve waited and
watched ‘neath the moon
of deliberate ancients
that revolves in the
void of the others
that see what we
knew to be ever
the voice of the lost
to the light
of the dawning that
heralds the word of
this time that’s upon
us and holds us at
last in the fire
of visions and
longing for all that
we are to be
here in our heart
of the moment
that flees like
a squandered teardrop
forever away from
our failing grasp
~ ~ ~
rob kistner © 2020
MTB: Stream of Consciousness Writing
I enjoyed going along your stream if consciousness Rob. I hope all is well with you.
Thank you Christine! Hope all is well with you and yours.
Ups and downs like all of us, but still good. Thank you Rob.
You are welcome Christine… 🙂
Rob, it’s good to hear your voice again. It does seem like end times these day. Hope you are well.
Nice to be seen Kerfe, and to see your response here. I was encumbered by the darkness of this Covid-19 thing to point I’d lost my joy in writing. But gonna flex my creative muscle again. Feels good. Hope all is well with you and yours.
Love, love, love where your stream of consciousness transported me!
Cheers.
Cheers to you Helen! Your words are most kind. Hope all is well with you and yours.
What a relief to see you again after a long absence, Rob. Your stream of consciousness is an enjoyable read….and welcome back!
Thank you Bev. This Covid-19 business really drained my creative energy. Trying to look to a brighter future, though this piece came out pretty dark — but at least a spark appeared again for me. Gonna try to fan it to an inner-mounting flame. I certainly hope you and yours are well. 🙂
A great stream of conscientiousness and this part really seeped into my own mind.
as all that you seem to
desire slips slowly like
rain down a vent pipe
to plumb deep
the black dreams
…don’t let it seep too deep and dark. Hi true! How are you? Well I hope. 🙂
Gorgeous;
“to plumb deep
the black dreams
such is the slag-shattered
glass of the future”
Thank you very much Autumn! 🙂
we are to be
here in our heart
of the moment
that flees like
a squandered teardrop
forever away from
our failing grasp
This is a wonderful line Rob. You have done this very well.
I have been wondering where you were. Have not seen you on d’Verse for quite some time. Hope all is well with you.
Hi Dwight! Like most in these strange times, I’ve had a rough year — and this Covid-19 thing shut me down creatively. I lost a long-time friend of 52 years, and former bandmate to this monster bug.I am doing better. Hope you and yours are well sir. Thank you for the kind words… 🙂
This poem gives me pause for reflection.
Hope you are well and safe. Have a good weekend.
Hope sll is well with you Grace… 🙂
Two poems…thank-you–this one is a behemoth metaphysical SOC, that throat-punches the chaos and darkness, and is a tribute to your renewed vigor. Damn I have missed your voice, your mind, your fellowship! I loved the lines, “singing truth through the hail and barrage, ‘cross the bow mast of glory”..wow.
Thank you Glenn! I missed being here brother. But it has been a rough few months for me — sick, angry, depressed, unmotivated, worried, exhausted… but fuck it! My mind and spirit need to breath, and I need to connect and share thoughts with others whose souls stir with fervor and minds spark With logic. So I’m going to ride the bipolar express, take my swings, and splatter some molten ink — to the best of my drive and ability! …BAM – BIFF – POW!
Great meandering thoughts here.
Thank you Bjorn!
Gorgeous, Rob. It all flowed well.
Thank you Sara. I wrote what was passing through my mind. It came out reasonably sane.