Sunday 23 November 2008

poem: birds of paradox

Birds of Paradox

We are but dust
in the winds of time
Spectacular particulates
but none the less
we settle in obscurity
Star dust scatterings
fleetingly
we shape the shadows
taking forms that morph
within our minds
Blissing out on sentience
sages gaze in wonder
with their sapient desire
Seeking too for
substance in enigma
seers make firm
pronouncements
of their visions
in the clouds
We are but dust
in the eye of eternity
each brief fleck
for a time in the sun
Certitudes transfigure
credo into ether
as sack cloth ashes
so hubris will expire


Mark Shepherd

2008 dashpoet

nb. This poem is written in support of the principle of freedom of speech, in the face of action by a Christian fundamentalist group to ban a fellow poet’s work.

For more background, follow links to:
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=YDp0lNDZukM
http://www.christianvoice.org.uk/Press/press114.html