The Stuff of Stuff: in hopes of perpetuating only those things which engender thought, wonder, and awareness.
Story here.
Poem here.
The Stuff of Stuff: in hopes of perpetuating only those things which engender thought, wonder, and awareness.
Story here.
Poem here.
Filed under The Stuff of Stuff
Illustration by James C. Hegedus
Hidden Altar-
-tucked-
Where sprites bristle with Eve
and flow freely
No one considered
the ritual
no one thought it up-
out of book and prayer
twinned with time
came free spirits...
Tiny silken moth
fluttering by
accidentally brushes
the heart...
...light passes
and Eve listens
to lost Romeo
or Aristotle
or Cain
with same forgiving ear...
So the falling trees
can accept their fate
for one more day.
-Brett Brdas
The poem in question, ” A Mouse’s Plea”
Is symbolic in a sense that a mouse would attempt’
To pluck the proper word fresh out of the Autumn air/
The in tuned harmony to the hidden beasts menegerie,
Cause I equate the mouse to that of the person,
“Trembling at the approaching morn”,
The existentialist would appear in some stupor’
Yet philisophically speaking the mouse shows that one needs to take off their mask this in to expose their true selves,
It’s simply about choices,
Understandably, what one does with their lives today will be echoed throughout all of eternity !