another new poem to challenge old assumptions…
If the elevator didn’t stop
you’d go straight to heaven
that is assuming
heaven is at the top
an idea we feed
with a hungry mind
until the high rise made of paper leaves
is strewn in the wind
like a million little snow flakes
Beautiful Sven…
I love the new look, Sven, especially the ‘words’ grouping on the right. Nice creating. The change reflects a more serious mood–at least to me. Nice poem, too. I’m going to have to undo a whole lot of visualization if it turns out heaven is the other way!
Pam
Thanks Pam. I was looking for something clean and easy to read so that the focus would be on the content, both literary and visual. Those word clouds are pretty cool, I’m also using it on my site. Check out http://www.wordle.net – all you do is paste a few of your essays and it gives you the cloud in a variety of shapes and colors.
Thanks, I will.
I love the poem, Sven. It reminds me of “Imagine there’s no heaven, it’s easy if you try. No Hell below us above us only sky…”
Thanks Lark, it seems that the whole idea of a physical spatial division of something as ethereal as heaven is more of a contraption of the human mind.
Yes, it seems so. Here’s another perspective on “heaven.”
“When my life ends,
I’ll be just a memory on this earth.
My life must float like an Indian canoe
Downriver to the ocean when the sun is low…
I’ll be just a memory when the sky turns red,
And the moon shines on the sea,
And all the birds on the ocean shall sing!”
— Written for elder Annie Zex’tko York
I came across it in the dedication of the book, “They Write Their Dreams on the Rock Forever,” (about pictographs in the Stein Valley, BC, Canada).
beautiful! Life really is like a river. I once wrote a song with this chorus:
All is One and One is All no matter how you see,
we are Rivers
All the sum of all our thoughts is what we’ve come to be,
we are Seekers
Flowing down the streams of life into an ocean wide,
we are Rivers
Searching for the whole entire universe inside,
we are Seekers
That’s quite profound, Sven.
Thanks for the conversation in poetry…How often do you get that!