Apt Metaphors

Apt Metaphors

somewhere unplumbed

somewhere concealed

                hidden deep

inside the wilderness of

                the human spirit

euphoniousness

                benevolence

                                clemency

all will upend

the insipid visage

of the crestfallen

somewhere secreted

                a susurrous echoing

will call verity to the peripheral

                the potent will temper

& the Amorians will once again

                inhabit

the richness of their imminent                  

                impressive front

**

It is palpable: the odium that has risen up to the surface and has flooded our information highways, our neighborhoods, our daily lives, our worst nightmares. The US election has held the entire world in a tight fist of anxiety right up until the stunning realization that a fascist will now be in charge of the free world. A spray-tanned elitist with his spoiled family are soon to replace a formidable leader, one of which the world may not see for some years to come, if ever. I read all of these stories about racial unrest, redneck gun-toting rhetoric, sexist slurs: all of this abhorrence has boiled up and splayed an abhorrent shadow across all of the things that are good in this world. I have to believe goodness will prevail; I have to believe it out-weighs the ugliness, I have to believe that intelligence and beauty has reining power over the foul. I have to. I take comfort in the motto that love trumps hate. I have to believe it does, I just HAVE to.

And so, this poem.

In propinquity,

Nic