Confounding the Spirit

By lupus tenebrae

Jealous of the always happy endings,
the genesis for lichens through the tunnel,
confounding all the spirit's lights instead.

Parasites believe in nothing sacred
or holy waters thicker than the blood,
jealous of the always happy endings

For lesser-than-pariahs on the highway
or lotus plumes adrift on every ripple,
the genesis for lichens in the tunnel

Has been defined as being “new beginning”,
the simple poetry, of which, confuses,
confounding all the spirit's lights instead.

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Published on Sunday, May 6, 2012. Filed under: "Philosophical" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Just some observations, when all goes quiet, it's easy to get lost in your own thoughts.

Comments on "Confounding the Spirit"

A former member wrote: This is pure art. Sometimes our best work is done in an offhand, barely cognizant state. I love this. A glimpse at the etchings on the slate of your inner mind. Very Lovecraftian...how could I not notice?
On Sunday, May 6, 2012, dwells (4285) wrote:

Moss is actually a symbiotic relationship between a fungus and an algae as I recall. Partial to low light environmrnts like a mushroom. Bright green is a brilliant chartreuse, beautiful, like this was.
On Sunday, May 6, 2012, dwells (4285) wrote:

Lichens are similar symbiotes, cheers!