Art by Sharonlee
The
Sunset of Our Existence – A Tale Alternate Realities…. Maybe
in a year that has not happened
…in a
world that does not exist
there
still floats skeletal remnants
gliding
lifelessly in purple mist….
but,
ah I get ahead of myself
for
the tale does not start here
let
me go back to the beginning
tho'
be warned…
you
should tremble… in misery & fear…
for
this is not a simple tale
or
one for weakened hearts
…I
hope you are all quite settled
for
now my sad tale starts….
many
many eons lost
in a
time that was never found
there
existed a fleeting netherplace
in
the echoes of unheard sound…
I
tell of a world so fantastical
it
lived and died in one night
a
night that existed in inbetweenity
and
faded in a new dawns light….
the
people were all poets
musicians
and the like
inventors
and epic storytellers
too
profound for mortal sight…
they
lived by the pen and the beauty of art
they
lived to create what has not been seen
they
knew the power of nihilistic delusion
and
that 'life' was but a dream….
they
created words too potent
for
mediocre minds to comprehend
and
composed scores of music
that
played on with no end…
they
fabricated fantastical concepts
with
purposes vague and imprecise
deliberating
and debating
all
through the endless night…
but…
and here my tale grows woeful
for
jealously and greed abounds
outsiders
became incensed
with
the utopia these artisans had found…
the cold hard claw of green-eyed greed
roiled
& boiled & schemed & seethed
and
set to end the endless night
and
tho' the artificers of this tale
struggled
to halt this plight
capitalistic
cannibals sucked greedily
embezzling
creativity's shining light
supplanting
art with commercial banners
that
played to mindless minds
until
all that once existed
disappeared
from time….
now,
I know you cannot see me
but
my empty chair still rocks
…my
voice drifts on in eternity
and
all else…. all else is lost….
sharonlee©
i wonder how the world would look with all poets and artists and musicians..think it wouldn't really work well...interesting thoughts in your tale sharon...made me think...and still in the process of pondering...nice..
ReplyDeletenice...there are some really magical touches in this...the first being how you presented it as the narrator, it has a really classical feel to it...love the closing image on the chair...and the sadness it emmanates as to what happened to us as a society...ugh...all too real.
ReplyDeleteI really like this:
ReplyDelete"in a year that has not happened
…in a world that does not exist
there still floats skeletal remnants
gliding lifelessly in purple mist"
Totally wonderful! Have you read Poe's "Sonnet to Science"? He likened realism's effect on art to be like the eating of the Promethean heart, again and again. I love the rhyme here that holds me in the tale, as if the absent speaker is the troubadour of an oral/visual tradition that will live as long as the chair rocks.
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