Mulling around
Feet over head
Vessels stranded aground
Shoulders of lead
Weight of the world
Fibrous temples, weak thread
Lassitude curls
Pin laden bones
To the grave, life force hurls
Disorganized society awaken
Hearts turn to stone
In fear we drown
Stitched stories we have sewn
Burdensome gown
No lesson pearled
Naked truth, the lies fall down
Energy swirls
Consciously spread
Pours over angered burl
This written in my invented Calypso form. More about this form can be found read here.
Contributed to Open Link Night at dVersepoets.com
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Additionally I need to give my gratitude to Alyce DeChant for the inspiration of this piece. In a recent myofascial and trigger point class she provided me with profound insight of the body, our true temple, and how disorganized we are in our own basic structures. The discussion surrounding her clinical theories of the nervous system gave me a deeper understanding of our connection in the flesh and bone realm.
“If you don’t structurally fix it, it just won’t change” ~ Alyce DeChant
