Safe Environment Of Hope
Safe Environment Of Hope
© Surazeus
2026 08 22
My frail heart swells with pungent gratitude,
derived from experience of old age,
that I have been able, with sturdy faith,
to maintain safe environment of hope
for my children to thrive through confidence,
brave in haven of my protective tomb.
Productive chaos stirring urban scenes
secures deep source of energetic growth
for people joined in contract of concern
to thrive through dynamic communities
preserving spirit of brave pioneers
rooted in soil by hands of founding pride.
Assertion of pure motive to create
enough food for every soul to consume
stirs sublime respect in all open hearts
for strong beauty of cooperative work
that binds immigrating strangers of fate
in prosperous communes through liberty.
Careful attention of our aching hearts
conjures from soil of humble nothingness
flourishing success of fertile desire
that blooms ripe from desolate afternoons
as temporary stay against mute death
that always haunts celebrations of life.
Sweet music of encoding instruments
rings brightly in narrow streets of regret
through durable discipline we direct
to increase enrollment of carefree joy
when spark of exotic passion expends
secret equity of luxurious play.
Lured by our host of mechanical mirth,
we follow Bacchus and his prancing pard
through winding streets of tragic loyalty,
despite portable ordinance of greed,
in frantic game exchanging oxygen
based on scholarship of romantic sport.
Though we cavort on fluid stage of fate
to exercise free will of hard-won choice,
awake on rugged coast of nonchalance,
we must divorce our jagged hearts of hope
from heart-entrapping game of synergy
since rocky cliffs of gray seas understand.
Alone in meadow of the weeping tree,
I gather blackberries with trembling hands,
then sit beneath the willow tree with swans
and feast on sweet catastrophe of faith
that children of my tangled genes will thrive
long after I disappear in mute wind.
surazeus.blogspot.com/2026/08/…
Orpheus strums lyre of Mercury and sings with eerie voice of timeless wind as children of the forest dance under the stars in the streets of Macondo.
#Poetry #Poem #Pastoral #Necropastoral #MetaModernism #Transrealism #NewSublimity #NewRomanticism #AmericanDream #Cinemism #Existentialism #Surrealism #NegativeCapability #NewGnosticism #MetaRealism #NewTranscendentalism #Astarism