Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Life


Life, this precarious
walk the line muthafucker

Life, a knife blade
through the consciousness
The oceanic plasma
enfolding, obliterating self

Life, that sweet
notion of a hundred senses
drawn into seven

Life, the essence,
the effervescence,
the endless, the
storm before the calm

We all have
high standards
We expect a lot

We've put in the time
We've counted the years
We think, okay,
Now
can I relax?

Life, the great
Leveler
You never know
But you have faith

Your heart beats
Your lungs take in air
Your lips carry the smile
from your eyes

Your human love
was crafted from
the Big love

It's an assignment,
for sure, and you're
doing your best

4 comments:

Brenda Clews said...

Yeah, like, yeah. Said so well in your beautiful poetry. Five Hearts! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Stirling Davenport said...

Beeeeeg hug, Bren. Kindred.

An Africanist said...

This photo (as the poetry it cascades into) is sheer magic!!!

Stirling Davenport said...

Oh, thank you, Matt! It's surreal to read this poem again. I am in a different head space today ... and it brings me back.