Of Echoes and Explosions
by Scott Thomas Outlar / November 24th, 2024
If mourning doves
and pilot gods
bless our hearts
with promises of flight
the least we can do
is dance ecstatic
and echo the signal
with our feet
or freeze our little tails off
screaming at the sun
to come out and play
– – –
bleed it down
to the final drop
then suck it up
again
and return strong
to the narrow path
– – –
we came from the trees
or from the sea
or some earlier explosion
but all I care about is where we’re headed
Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching
philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of
consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration.
He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and
prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects.
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This article was posted on Sunday, November 24th, 2024 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.