Under
The Heart Of Trees
Chemically
speaking
I
don't fall for carbon copy
smiles
nor beautiful stories about
successful
lives
above
the tropic of cancer, truth
is
a figure of speech
a
desolation of emaciated bodies parading
the
mucus of lies as if
pearls
and oysters
Happiness
roots it self under the heart
of
trees. Trees we fail to understand, believe
are
being replaced by clean, sterile
likenesses
as smiles and people are, will
soon
all be drowning in the depths of Hades
Before
I see my reflection
on
those waters I will walk and search for
a
meaning one can press between his fingers
touch
the core of its imperfect, crude image
so
it can become the apple, the peach – literally
speaking
– that I shall eat.
©
2017, José Coelho
A Thought provoking piece.. and the title is a poem by itself ! Deeply wise and well said
ResponderEliminarIt's just a piece of reflection on some concerning issues. It's difficult to express such things without being too vague or too specific. I find it awesome that somehow the reader gets a bit of a feeling.
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