THE Message

by ddavidd   Dec 12, 2018


There is just one message
and everything else is
the messenger’s twang.

Things in their disconnection
and pandemonium
are still consonant
and belong.

The message is lost
in indefinite folds of spurious conversions,
in the
endless mazes of tongues,
that repeat falsehood,
yet dragging its truth along.

Along
in every swell chested
inclination of long,
in every branches,
unfolding the elongation
of a
never-ending song.

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  • This poem has been underestimated a great deal, true your form does not flow, but the message is SO profound and enlightening. Go forth and speak child of truth

  • 5 years ago

    by D.

    Lovely poem, especially the final paragraph. I don’t quite understand the use of ‘thing’ in the second stanza though. The grammar is a little awry in it.

    • 5 years ago

      by ddavidd

      Thanks. Actually 's' was missing