little thought
appears in the presence
of movement, of action
we react like flock
without wings to carry us further
exception: from truth
a leader consists of anyone, thing
appearing different or wearing
a suit shoulder padded, tall in stature
cracks are
developing in concrete, laid
decades ago - erosion has filled
them with thought - once
read out loud, heralded
front page worth
as path carries cadence chanted
to zen progressions
numbing, constant, considered holy mantra
to devotees of governing
bodies
and talking heads
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011
Photo by Joel Burgess: My Son
Well. So well and Fascinating Your Sign and Philosophical Profile. All The reflections Very depth with imagery but real. Thank You for sharing so amazing. Best Wishes.
ReplyDeleteTalking heads = little thought. Nice equation.
ReplyDeletePoem and image both thought-provoking, Barbara. I love what you write about cracks in concrete that was laid years ago. Everyone expects the current leader to fix a whole system that has been wildly off the rails for decades. Well done. Made methink: and applaud!
ReplyDeleteThis is a highly intelligent piece, and encourages a deeply reflective mood. Much appreciated.
ReplyDeleteI dig poems that require multiple readings for a satisfying interpretation. Excellent job! :D
ReplyDeleteWonderful expression of the folly that is our entangled ideology. Wonderful write ~ Rose
ReplyDeleteI love how you have left this open for interpretation, Barb. Many times, too much talking equals, too little thinking.
ReplyDeletePamela
I love this...so typical and desperate of our culture.
ReplyDelete"Where He leads me I will follow..."
nice bit of social commentary bk...the erosion of the foundation for sure...and politic has become a mindless religeon..
ReplyDeleteThe lips mouth words but the brain is nowhere to be seen in our polity anymore.Your first line is something so obvious, so basic, one ought to not need it pointed out, but each further line drives it home. The cracks split open--maybe we'll get a meadow instead of concrete, just by default.
ReplyDeleteseen as a whole and as individuals, a difference it makes, yet, talking heads
ReplyDeleteWow, really enjoyed this...I am going back to read it again...nice spiritual and political imagery. Cheers.
ReplyDeleteNow you have me thinking ... seriously you do. You put me to thought. Great poem. Great word choices, voice and lines. The images were strong.
ReplyDeleteThank for all comments and glad that I have some thinking...this photo my son took on a trip to Chicago...it had me thinking from the first time I saw it...bkm
ReplyDeleteLove the title's juxtaposition with the headless statues. I was really captured by the repetition of certain consonants, like the hard C's in the final stanzas. Whoa I guess I was. "Captured" starts with a hard C. Terrific, thoughtful poem.
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