Posts Tagged ‘creation


Starting In Silence

Before the beginning
Silence reigned.
There was darkness and order.
All waited.
From the invisible darkness came the visible command,
The conjuration,
A bursting forth of
Sound and
Light and
A rumble of continents forming and re-forming;
Pangea’s birth agonies.
Soul splitting with blue sparks,
Like pilot lights igniting,
Into a million million others.
The many flames and the one
Flashing and dancing on the newly divided waters.
Hot and green and sweet,
The air above them
Filled with plant spores and bird song.
Plants matured and bore fruit that women might do likewise.
Then, footprints dented the fresh earth and trampled the feathery grasses.
They, who had lived in order and silence,
Wrung their hands and cried,
“It is over”.
But other eyes also watched
And from the darkness the sound
Of greedy palm rubbing against its mate.
“No,” she said.
“It has only begun.”


Unfinished Portrait

You can still see the division line near the middle of his face,
Off-kilter as if his creator was in a hurry to get him out.
His arms and legs are undrawn.
He has no mouth.
He’s missing lashes and brows so communicating even by facial expression is impossible.
Frustration, boredom, or lunch?
What caused the drawing to cease abruptly?
Maybe a lack of empathy for the subject?
His intelligence is like a dandelion-
Ideas floating like fluff out the top of his open head.
They take root in fertile ground, make money for others then spread like wildflowers.
For years he has cultivated stupidity,
Trying to stomp out the growth of his weedy brain.
That’s a task made much harder because his artist, as I’ve said,
Didn’t spare the time to give him hands or feet.