Blind Progress
by Grant Laurence
Beneath the surface
Where cracks run free
Not bound by unconscious thought
To split the Spirit’s rich tapestry
The rippled blue blanket
Coats its hidden splendor
As tides nudge the sibling rival
Reminding it of its suffocating candor
But what lies beneath
From an inverted view
Is our progressive show
Our human stew
As truth lies sleeping
Death waits in the wings
Until the Door is kicked open
And the Raven sings
And what lies beneath
This crusted lined face
Is a machine with no heart
Of a child now replaced
From the Mother’s womb
To a heart so still
From the fallen fruit
To the cross on the hill
As for all we hate
We know the most
Within the web that we’ve spun
To the trumpet’s last post!

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Eloquently masculine, blowing taps with snapping notes from both sides of the surface view, “Blind Progress” exposes and plays reverie to the expanse of childhood beyond death. Wonderful without any left justification lessening its insights and stark beauty.
I confess to all poetry can leave me on a dime. If I practice real hard and get back into the swing of it, I am still a toddler at the game. It took a bit for me to connect the dots but then realized what a complete work in the genre I was reading. (For god’s sake who takes the time to rhyme anymore.) So I thank you for being good at your craft and giving us creative insight.
What an eloquent poem. Brilliant from beginning to end…
I adore rhyming poetry which seems to have gone out of vogue within the poetry class, but I will forever adore it. The greats believed in it and so do I. Rhyming is much more difficult to capture the feeling and purpose and you have done so masterfully.
Poetry is my first love and your piece is one reason I feel this way.
So sad and forlorn yet how many feel this way as they age? If only the could capture the child within and enjoy. Ah, loved this.
“Youth is wasted on the young” George Bernard Shaw. I like what Mac says: “You’re only young once, but you can be immature forever”
An excellent choice of words!