those gods have fallen
I’ve fallen asleep
unintentionally
I thought I could protect
those silent fish
if I
closed in their pond
with wood -
afraid they’d turn to salt,
their world to sand
but I’ve placed them inside
the church-shell of emptiness
as I slept, blindly
sealing up the dream of gold
do you think I’d have enough water to feed my hunger?
enough beauty to quench the need to drink up the sun?
I am as lost as any non-believer of myth
now I’m feeding
my hallowed ground to the fortresses, a million castles
turning my fish into beetles
and I am to spin my silver light
but the fire won’t come to my hands!
I’m forced
to kneel and beg my soul to turn into rain
and lick away the desert that spills from my mouth
all the stars are yawning, unraveling
my fingers fray at the tips into the night:
those gods have fallen
am I to create new ones?
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Nicely done erika… painting yourself into the crossroads where you have to stay awake just that little bit longer. The last line is perhaps the question we have been asking for six thousand years… Joseph Campell would be proud of you :)
and staying awake that little bit longer feels like ages…
I must “follow my own bliss” otherwise, nothing makes sense, eh?
Thank you for your support, Jim. I apologize if I haven’t been as active on your work, been having a hard time keeping up.
– Erika .
Oh Dear Erika,
I wonder if you have any idea just how prophetic and profound your writing is, I feel when I am reading your heart and mind
I am taking in the wisdom of all generations. I can’t explain it. I love the metamorphosis.
you are one of the brilliant ones xoxoxo
Now that is something I cannot begin to understand… these words tumbled out of the darkness. And I was even considering taking it down, but what you’ve said I cannot quite fathom. You say incredible things Lisa, and for you to see so much in my writing means more than I can say. I feel so honored for I admire your mind and work very much xoxoxo
– Erika .
what a magical piece of writing. beautiful.
Thank you uncleblack :)
– Erika .
“now I’m feeding
my hallowed ground to the fortresses, a million castles
turning my fish into beetles”
“those gods have fallen”
This is incredible vision and writing Erika.
Maybe the castles will return to sand and dust,
New fish will consume the beetles,
and the old resting gods will awake when the time is here.
Patience.
Patience is such a difficult teacher.
But I really like how you said that new fish will consume the beetles…. I hope so. I really do. Your words are comforting, thank you for reading rjcolby :)
– Erika .
It will always feel like ages, because it is… you are moving into erika time… when we burn the oil of other peoples time (conditioning), it tends to go quickly. My theory is that our own personal time is eternal because we are holographic copies of the creator, and God wants greater and greater delight. God is a hedonist, he wants to savour things, not skim through them. So, our human feelings are like the last few satisfying drops in his bottle. We may sometimes have the self esteem of dregs but really he enjoys us immensely, like those last few crumbs when you finish off a bag of salt n vinegar crisps :)
My tuesday morning philosophical ramble ;)
haha! you often say things in such a humorous way Jim :D
I can see a god savoring our emotions, drinking the last few drops of us from his bottle.
I might even feel sorry for this god, must be quite dreadful craving humans all the time ;D
– Erika .
exceptional work dear, as always what a poet :)
Dear Reynaldo :)
Thank you my friend.
– Erika .
Create new ones my friend..let the failures of the past help in the creation..your writes take me away whenever I read you and I feel growth in my humanity…wonderful piece of poetry.
oh wow, what what words from you Chris! so kind of you to say so, your words makes me smile :)
Let us create, my fellow writer, what we know: Art.
– Erika .
Yes, this is further great writing Erika, I sense you are moving further along the path of the seeker – yes, the Gods have fallen – and a next step is one along the path to truth that resonates with the true you which some call the soul. One should allow any failure of the past to be a teacher, my late grandfather would always say that if you never make a mistake you will never make naything
And your grandfather’s words are completely correct. I believe that too.
I believe we are more than we think, we’re just afraid to move along that path. We are so much, and have all this beauty inside… if only we tapped into it more. I love reading your comments, dear friend. Thank you.
– Erika .
To hell with all gods. Let us create new humans, new ideas. More pertinently, this is a fantastically textured piece. It is so full and rich. This is one, Erika, will be one that I will re-read in an hour, probably around midnight, and again a couple of times tomorrow. I actually set alarms for certain pieces. There is something here that wants to be seen by me, and I will read until I see it. Great piece or art. xo, Rusty
It’s an honor to have you come back and re-read this, kind sir :)
Thank you so much Rusty, your comments are always so incredibly generous. And I agree with you – to hell with all gods, let us be our own ideas, beauty, art: for from within everything is born. xo
– Erika .
Such a profound message.You are a poet extra-ordinaire with a great a gift for infusing your writing with insight,intensity and profound understanding.Exceptional writing.
Such kind words Amanda! Thank you so much, truly.
– Erika .